On and on, the days go by -- a moment at a time.
Just for fun, while we spin around the Sun, say this handy rhyme:
Sunday is a fun day to rest, or sing, or pray.
Monday is one day that won't go away.
Tuesday is a true day to eat a tasty meal.
Wednesday is a friends' day -- imaginary or real.
Thursday is a words' day, for writing down a thought.
Friday is a fine day, because we get the weekend off.
Saturday matters in a way that's very nice, because the week is over, but begins again tonight!
Those seven days make up the week; there are 52 per year. The whole world shares the day, whether far or near.
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About the Creator
Casper Tales
Age: 37
Insurance broker by day, library owl by night. Avid writer, proud father, devoted husband, and novice chess player. B.Sc. from Queen's University.
Currently living in Alberta with my wife and two children.
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