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A long week stretches, days are slow,
Each moment dragging, time won't flow,
From Monday's dawn to Friday's dusk,
A heavy weight, a weary husk.
Tasks and meetings, endless grind,
A blur of work that strains the mind,
The clock's hands crawl, the hours blend,
Will this long week ever end?
Yet in the toil, a strength is found,
A steady heart, a constant sound,
With every task and challenge met,
Resilience grows, no room for fret.
As Friday nears, relief in sight,
The promise of a restful night,
The long week's journey finds its end.
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Abbas
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