Change Days
Sit and ponder this night,
Seems like something’s not right.
Day disappears, too short.
Must, many plans, abort.
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After tackling deeds must,
Barely breaking through crust,
Feel exhausted, lost drive.
At last to couch arrive.
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Must make changes, add wants,
To liven up rote jaunts.
Same old routines, must thwart.
Dream fulfillment shall court.
June Nash
Sometimes I feel like there are not enough hours in the day to accomplish everything. Seems like all I do is work. Something has to change.
June Nash 
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