Each Tuesday is new unlike earlier days
Each day is special but Tuesdays are one
No one celebrates them but I see ways
I’ve had a good Tuesday in inner space
I went to the office, met Chas at last
The day as usual went at quite a pace
Rushed home and sank beers and I felt relaxed
But time was short and so I made some tracks
In the dark to the Quays and had some fun
Not used to this darkness though in the Quays
So many summer strolls, now they are past
And the sun is now once more upon the run
Still we remember when it was ablaze
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