It must be thought preventing Sunday
I’m being goaded by the post
Twitter rants are mainly pants
Though one or two have me engrossed
The weekend paper in my line of sight
Suggests my puzzles need my mind
Anagrams and cryptic codewords
A pencil paperwork unwind
On days like this there’s too much lull
It muzzles in on my attention
I wait for things that memory brings
Could do much better by abstention
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