This afternoon is definite, Marx,

This afternoon is definite
A Marx,
Returning home
Finding my companion's face
Lit up by the sun
And a Marx playing somewhere,

This afternoon is definitely defined
Like a Marx,
Shoving aside all Hazards
Like a workplace folded up and filed
Like getting rid of runs of rats,

This afternoon is like
Finding bliss in her face,
Lit up by the light of the Sun
Going down.

(Note: my wife was sitting at the hall listening to Richard Marx, when me came home, thanks Soma,
The photo attached of hers is real time, as this scribble mine...)


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