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day boo
a niggle wake
yesterback
come worry
it’s today
we welcome
learn a
language long lost
(most are)
then what have
we become?
new, like the
sun every rise
remember when
time was so full
no clock could
keep up?
but had to
dare the seconds on
hearts high
for adventure
day was tall
often now
lost in play
at the work to do
finding the
world a way
wonder what I’m
about
remember self
sometimes
and always a
bit more than I could chew
took his own
life, they’ll say
but where?
sometimes you
will wish a thing back
carry on
opinion
birds, as is
well known
vanish into
air
it is our doom
to lie under
a day awake
then who is
afraid of the sausage machine?
who, of
shallow righteous rage
will make our miracle too?
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