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Derek Leung

The Horror of Sunday Night

Seemingly seconds before Monday,
I think back to the recent past.
Hoping desperately for a way
To make the weekend last.

There is so much I would give
To be able to turn back time.
For a chance to relive
The weekend in its prime.

I would have my shoulder dislocated,
And cross the seven seas,
For school to be forever terminated,
Or time to perpetually freeze.

Oh, Sunday night.
Please don’t make me believe
The thought of such gruesome fright
As is Monday eve.

However, such dreams shall not be,
Life will never be work-free.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]