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Why Things Never Get Done

Oh, the list of things I really intended to do. I meant to do them all, I just never followed through. I planed each thing so carefully, with so much zeal and vigor. But time passed so quickly, and the list got so much bigger. I put off till tomorrow, but tomorrow wouldn't come. And soon I was stockpiled, with the things I hadn't done. So I formed a brand new strategy, sense the old on didn't work. The way my life was going, It was driving me beserk. I found a way to rest my mind, from the chores I had delayed. I'd worry about them all next week, and not think of them today.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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