Productivity
My, oh my, what a day!
A day indeed cannot be delayed.
What is a day that contains no dismay?
I say, a day, indeed, it ceases to portray.
But suit your fancy, be my guest,
Dawdle in the dint of the hours--
And leave your minutes to the clock towers.
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