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Retiree's Creed

by francie-lynch

Every night is Saturday, Every Monday's Sunday. If Tuesday is my lieu day, Then Wednesday is my luncheon meeting. Thursdays are long coffee breaks, And Fridays are my Personal Days. Saturdays are Saturdays, And damn, It might begin again.
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Jul 24, 2015
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Retirement's great. Too bad I have to be so fecking old to get it. Retirement is wasted on the aging population as much as youth is wasted on the young.

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