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Saturday

What better day, than saturday

What dawn arrives to announce itself so joyously

What dusk lingers so long

There are lesser days who try the same,

Sunday with its jealous time

Friday with its reminders

But saturday holds my heart

Though I dread its forthcoming nights

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