My grandson IB having his “me time”, beneath the beanbag. His dirty feet stick out.
Me and my “me time”
It’s never here
Time flows with silver wings
I can’t catch it unaware
The daily chores take their time
No “me time” is there
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What’s your ideal Saturday morning? Are you doing those things this morning? Why not?
Daily Prompt: Brevity Pulls
“I would have written a shorter letter, but I did not have the time.” — Blaise Pascal
Where do you fall on the brevity/verbosity spectrum?
I have nothing to write
And nothing to say
For a day I waited
And it is Saturday
I will go back to sleep
And write another day
(Sheen)
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