Take The Day Off Poems - Poems about Take The Day Off

When police get ‘The Fourth’ as an off day ~ America will be celebrating freedom the right way ...

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First day off in seven everyone wants to do something mom just wants to sleep...

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I have four days off work, so I shall clean the garage the first day. On the second day, I will finish it. Unless I find something else that needs to be done more. I may do a little yard work. I want to prune my bushes. I have to take the dogs to the vet, and I have to...

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driving on a day off during the week to a park that is unusually uncrowded waterfront with a man lunch and a man size drink i am also off the next day and that makes me smile even more the only missing part is my working significant other i pull up a song called ebony and ivory on my phone and cool...

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Tomorrow is my day off, my day off, my day off. Tomorrow is my day off, trah lah lah lah lah lah! Tomorrow I will be playing all day, playing all day, playing all day. Tomorrow I will be playing all day. Fa lah lah lah lah lah So many others joined the band wagon, so not fair. They are...

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Gran had had a busy night And so I manned the van I said if you want ice cream, Kids This evening, I’m your man All the children shouted out It’s Gran we want to see Because there’s not much cash about She gives us ice creams free I said that's just the kind of thing That Ice Cream Gran would do So if...

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Just a few days ago Someone - I didn't know him that well, I sort of considered him to be an extension of my family, like an uncle, or maybe an older cousin - cryptically told me that there was a special day coming up next week. I was clueless as to what he was talking about. A party? Someone getting engaged, or...

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We teachers were eagerly looking forward to Friday March 13th, 2020. Because at 4:30 our spring vacation was to start – a whole week vacation. Oh, man! We were excited! A week of rest would be plenty. But then a robot call told us to tune in to a certain TV station. We were told not to report...

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Come on! He urged Cameron. I’m your friend, aren’t I? Cameron’s fear was showing. He did not want to die. It’s my dad’s favorite thing, much more valuable than me. But it was Ferris Beuller and he had intimidation velocity. So they took the red Ferrari off the pedestal of his Dad. And they drove it a few miles through...

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Death called Illness I have it! She screamed. Illness began guessing. The black plague? The white plague? The red plague? What the heck was the red plague? Death remembered suddenly why she never called Illness. I have to go, she said. I have a call on my other line. She was coughing up a lung now; her throat was sore. It...

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it's already three thirty five but i don't really feel alive in fact quite the op posite and this i regret how i spent yesterday it seemed to have simply fluttered away but instead of flapping i was drinking and thinking too much though i wrote too many that i now need to carry over all the written stuff because i wrote too much and so though i allowed her and actually shouted her name out loud i need now to wait to post her poetry because i shouted too loud too many times yest her day or late last night...

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I want the day off to lie in the grass and watch the deer in the distance. I know it’s selfish, but I don’t care. School can call a sub. Other teachers have had them. I can too. This one time. I want the day off to paint a self-portrait, to dance in the rain, to write a novel. I want the day...

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What is happening How can this be I am having a day off just for me This was not accidental I looked and planned The calendar I scanned But now it is here The freedom I feel I nearly want to do a cartwheel Where will we go I think I know Out to the sea Oh what glee Off on the train Weather forecast says it...

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you wonder where i have been you wonder do i still write poems you wonder if i still go to the beach you wonder my left hand is still right i wonder if you still read my poems i wonder do you still get a kick out of finding the goal i wonder if you still wear that pitch black two...

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Oh woe is me, I have me tubbles with me sweetheart Even thou I am MOIR I have lost me rank, I am tops in fame, but today I am not her game She shot me down and nailed me to the cross. Was hung out to dry in the rain, the vultures are near Marriage vows read for better...

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