Tomorrows

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By Albert Ahearn

Ah, tomorrow and tomorrows! A procrastinators’ catchall future days that he will borrow freely to do nothing at all; but presently those days will dawn calling due his declarations; promises he’ll not keep thereon: deliberate fabrications. His wishy-washy character lacks effectiveness and purpose; his favorite word is “later” which can be defined as fruitless. Is there any hope for him? No! as long as there are tomorrows.

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