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Of all the days of every week

Mondays seem so grim and bleak

The weekend feels so far away

And thus begins the longest day

But I like Mondays, they’re for me

A chance to make things orderly

Compose a list of things to do

Assign each day just one or two

It also gives good chunk of time

To get chore ‘cross the finish line

An often over-loaded life

Is why, by end of week, we’re wiped

Instead of normal push and pull

Be just a wee more practical

There is no reason to work harder

If you just plan your work-week smarter

Instead of feeling Monday blue

Let’s give this day the praise it’s due!

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