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Just a Little Whimsy for a Busy Day



There’s just too much to do.
Much too much to do.
How can I see it through?
It’s making me feel blue.

In truth, I’ll have to say
That I’d just rather play.
On such a busy day,
Why would I feel this way?

I do procrastinate.
I’d like to think it’s fate.
But, actu’lly, I’m just late.
Why do I let stuff wait???

The clock is ticking on,
And most of morning’s gone.
Get busy, Sandra, hon.
And get your dang stuff done!!!