I stare at my list of to do’s.
And note that it’s rather long.
My hot cup of tea,
As is easy to see,
Has been made a little bit strong.
I stare into space as I sip,
And I talk to myself and say,
As I twiddle my thumbs,
Why’s it bum and not bums.
There’s just not enough time in a day.
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