The Busiest Day Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

The Busiest Day



The sun is bright; it looks pleasant outside
The thermometer measures one below
Think I'll have a cup of tea while I decide
just what to do; gears are moving slow

So many decisions I must wrestle with today
Still in my pajamas, deciding what to seek
I'll put the most unpleasant chores on delay...
Tomorrow will be the busiest day of the week

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Theresa Ann Moore

Theresa Ann Moore

Michigan, U.S.A.
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