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Nov 2012
Yeah, it's Saturday.
The last day of the week.
A day to sit back and relax.
Just to enjoy one of my many interest.

Hey, I might take in a cartoon.
Or go back to bed and snooze until noon.
But I'm up.
And I'm off.
To enjoy this last weekend day.

When you think about it.
We try to accomplish more than we should on Saturday.
I guess many of folks like it that way.
Oh, the many folks that seems to call.
And most wants nothing at all.

Except, it's Saturday.
What can we say?
Besides, it's a day to be known.
Still, we might pretend we're not home.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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