Glancing at the clock
A sigh of despair
Only three minutes since the last look
The day starts with such promise
and then
I
run
out
of
steam
A quick pick me up
What’s your poison?
Make it a double
Break for lunch
Joy
THAT hour rushes by
Of course it does
The post-lunch-lull descends
A carb heavy plate
Guaranteeing the need for a snooze
Slap around the face
(my own hand and face, by they way)
COME ON!
Just
a
few
more
hours.
And relax
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