Sometimes procrastination is a deliberate evasive technique, and sometimes it’s just what happens. This quirky poem by Sylvia E. Halloran, set for SSAA treble choir, was triggered by the realization that the novel isn’t just going to finish itself, the garage will always be too full to park a car, the cats will never be trained, and “What’s for dinner?” is the eternal question. 

The Perils of Procrastination

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