Wakes up to work on a Monday,
Never it struck about plans on Tuesday,
Sequence set was felt like last Wednesday,
Nobody can tell what lies beneath Thursday,
Time flies like a wind on Friday,
Leisure and Sports take over on Saturday,
Cries with each passing minute on Sunday,
Ends with an opening of yawn day.
Written for "Neoterics Raw Talent E - Magazine" @ Facebook
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