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Sunday's eve, a time to prepare,
For the week ahead, with no time to spare.
Goals to set, plans to make,
A fresh start awaits, for our sake.
The calendar's blank, a canvas so bright,
Awaiting the tasks, that will fill the night.
The morning's dawn, a new chance to begin,
A time to rise, and let our dreams spin. 1 reply
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