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Siesta · 2005-12-06


by Mike

For those of you who are pressed for time
I offer up this simple rhyme
To those who are driven to work like a dog
And feel guilty for times passed as bumps on a log
Don’t be sorry or sad for the occasional day
When you watched the time fly and go fritter away
And although it’s been said “You’ll sleep when you’re dead,”
If you’re lying in bed, don’t fret with your head
Enjoy the slow pace and the break from the race
And let go of the pitter and patter and pace
So here’s to the moments when a person can say
“I’m quite content with my covers and right here I will stay!”

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