I want to languish
lazily
with time spread out
before me
But I can see the clock
now
ticking over my head
whispering
dread, dread, dread
The chores can
no longer wait
the errands must
be run
And while I still
may snatch
some moments of reprieve
the boundless enjoyment
of yesterday
is just a memory
Because Sunday has arrived
the weekends
nearly done
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