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May 2014
We moan all week, five days
of working no rest and play,
but that 48 hours come and
what do most do sit on there
*** the clock ticks down time
slips away. That morning is
coming again, we wake up
ready for work  where has
the time gone how did are
weekend slip away.

It slipped through your grasp
things that could have been done,
but instead you slept through
the day, come on wake up ya ***.

You waste the day watching soaps,
it sunny out there why you not
outdoors, you need some fun and
exercise to give you some energy,
but you stay in like a hermit then
the morning comes time to get up
where did that 48 hours go then
its back to the 9 to 5 for you and
me all that wasted fun.
Poetic T
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