Friday

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Finally it rolls around,

Reminding me of the rest that awaits.

I'll take some walks,

Dawdle through morning chores,

Adapt to a slower pace,

Yet, all the time knowing the busyness will return. 

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  1. Fran MccrackinMarch 25, 2023 at 8:51 AM

    I love the line “dawdle through morning chores”. And the way you open with (finally) Friday and end with knowing the weekday busyness will soon be back- poignant, yet true, right?

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  2. AnonymousMarch 25, 2023 at 3:25 PM

    So true. Lucky for me this is the beginning of spring break!

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