Days
Sundays are blue
Monday's the start
The week be the cord,
Months are full
The sun gazes at earth,
mother moons duel
Sitting right but standing wrong
Left the door open
And the windows closed
A day gone, a moment to long
Junes cold but July coldest
I took a wrong turn, that be the greatest
Life's cold, so are you
Mountains are high,
The sky be blue
People move so do i,
Who and what?
They ask, i guess nobody has a clue!
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