On Saturday, I sleep in late;
the sandman sets a silver-plate
to lie around and contemplate
and let my 'soles' somnambulate.
Unloading heaps of heavy freight
supports me to fly featherweight
and putz around, remodulate,
I clean erase the scorecard slate.
As restful day, the seventh date
a holy way to consecrate,
my person brews, then percolates,
the sabbath pours a cup.... and waits
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