Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

I see FRIDAY just ahead, and I am going there.
By the time I get to WEDNESDAY, I'll feel great.
I'll feel genuine relief and sense accomplishment.
MONDAY always question why I didn't say goodbye.

MONDAY always wonder about my disappearing act.
MONDAY is always sad that SHE did not come along.
MONDAY also makes me sad, and TUESDAY passes slowly.
TUESDAY is also a 'wake me upper' and pushes me forward.

TUESDAY anticipates WEDNESDAY and blazes the trail.
If WEDNESDAY thinks she can, THURSDAY knows she can.
THURSDAY re-energizes, knowing that FRIDAY is within reach.
FRIDAY is the little engine that could, and she really did.

052923PSCtest. John lawless. Contest Name, W T F
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Dietrich Avatar
May 29, 2023 at 6:20 PM
ha . you are just like me, living for the weekend. My life is pretty nice now. I was permitted to get out of Monday teaching since I retired and i only teach tues. to Thurs. so my weekends are four days. hurrah.
Johnson Avatar
June 3, 2023 at 5:23 PM
Good to hear of your retirement, Andrea, when Fridays come sooner. Blessings.
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