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Saturday


 

What’s work, what’s play

On Saturday?

We decided before we began. 

 

To swing, to clean

One fun, one mean

Are feelings like these to be planned?

 

Who can say 

On this day

The activity we will enjoy?

 

Rub your temple…  

It is simple!

Your feelings are yours to employ! 

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