Now I Lay this Day to Rest
All in gloom the grays and black
Dark colors take up the slack
It is a bad day I say to myself
To justify the acts I put on the shelf
Distressing the stress the aim the goal
Ending the time the day has stole
Shades and curtains play amongst shadows
As I settle down in my warm burrows
Heavy like rocks on my eye's lid
Telling this bad day you've been outbid.
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