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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abnormalvaverage

I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.