The images in this journal are "walking in the cold wind" by *
glenox66, "walk in the sun" by *
partiallyHere and "Dancing Solo" by =
ProctorLefebvre
I met a man on Monday
who did not know wrong from right.
I said that he could be my friend,
but we could not be tight.
I met a girl on Tuesday
with a weapon in her hand.
She said that she knew how to use it,
but that was not her plan.
I met a wolf on Wednesday
with a woman by his side.
I said, "Are you okay, babe?"
and the wolf said, "I'm all right."
I met a man on Thursday
who held an open book.
He said the truth was in there
but he did not plan to look.

I met some folks on Friday
who gave me cheese and wine.
The cheese was blue, the wine was red,
I liked them both just fine.
I met someone on Saturday
running as fast as he could.
I said, "Should I keep going?"
and he said, "It's all good."
I met a woman Sunday
who called me by my name.
She said, "You did the best you could, Slim,
and you are not to blame."
I met myself on Monday,
by some strange kind of chance.
There was music playing somewhere -
what could I do but dance?

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