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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