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Monica story

In a quaint little town amidst greens and golds,
There lived a woman named Monica, as the story unfolds.
Working hard in the fields, her hands calloused and tough,
But her heart yearned for something more, something enough.

From sunrise to sunset, she toiled in the land,
With grace and perseverance, she’d lend a helping hand.
But when the weekend arrived, her spirit would soar,
As she sang the blues at the local bar’s open door.

Her voice was a melody, a sweet and soulful sound,
Filling the hearts of those who gathered around.
With every note she sang, a story she would tell,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain, within her heart’s deep well.

Monica’s voice carried the weight of the world,
And through her ballads, emotions unfurled.
The bar would fill with rhythm and the tapping of feet,
As her heartfelt blues swept everyone off their seat.

They’d dance and they’d sway, lost in her song,
Feeling every word, as if they belonged.
Monica would sing with passion and might,
Transporting them all to a different world, that night.

In the country she worked, with determination strong,
But her true essence shone when she sang her blues song.
For in that small town, she was a shining star,
A woman named Monica, the blues singer with a guitar.

And so, her weekends became a cherished retreat,
A time to unleash her talents, so bittersweet.
For in those stolen moments of music and rhyme,
Monica found solace, a well-deserved chime.

Though the days were demanding, the nights brought release,
As Monica sang her heart out, offering peace.
A small town woman, with a voice so profound,
Monica’s blues echoed, leaving traces all around.

Looking forward the Week End

In the rush of life’s relentless pace,
We find ourselves in a familiar chase,
Through the days that blend, one by one,
Until the moment when the week is done.

But as the clock ticks and time moves fast,
We yearn for a reprieve, a chance to blast,
Into the realm where worries suspend,
A moment when we’re propelled into the weekend.

Like a rocket soaring through the sky,
We leave behind the mundane and fly,
Into a world where freedom reigns,
And joy and laughter are the only refrains.

In this realm of possibilities untold,
We break free from the chains that hold,
Our dreams and desires, no longer confined,
As we embrace the weekend, leaving worries behind.

From Monday’s grind to Friday’s race,
We find solace in this sacred space,
Where we can rest, rejuvenate, and play,
And let our spirits dance and sway.

So let us celebrate this precious time,
With loved ones, friends, and moments sublime,
For in this propulsion, we find release,
And discover the beauty of inner peace.

As the weekend calls, let us ascend,
With hearts and souls, we transcend,
Into a world where joy never ends,
Propelled into the weekend, where happiness extends.