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(3 stories)

John was born late on a Thursday
His mum hoped the clock was slow
She’d been brought up on the poem
And feared he’d have far to go.
Thursdays child

Dear Diary, its cold and dull. I've as much energy as an electron holding up a house in a hurricane. Roll on bedtime #130story

Thor's Day

Bored. Bored. Bored. Might toss my hammer about a bit and upset those pesky humans. Now, where did I leave the effing thing?