A day of rest, or cleaning.
I forget.
But a day I'm glad
That I get.
For any day I have,
It's true,
Is best spent
when invested with you.
And any day
That's spent without
Is a day of dark misery,
Shadows, and doubt.
But, hey, those days
Haven't really ever come,
So, I'm glad in my blissful ignoranace
To be quite contentedly dumb.
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