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Tuesday Poem

Tuesdays are second

They make Mondays better,

Only in hindsight though

Then Wednesdays are greater.


Tuesdays tend to come around

Slow as a snail,

Not much goes on, I find

Mostly checking emails.


Before I know it

The evening has arrived,

The middle of the week

Has turned up right before my eyes.


My weeks fly by

Yet there are slow times too,

But I’m happy with this balance

Tuesdays, I’m pleased to see you.




"I loved writing as a child, loved making up silly stories. They came built-in to my brain, almost like an Ikea instruction manual. The focus these days is to figure out how to now turn them into books" Tanya Butler, June 2018

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