The Calendar
A day is torn
Everyday
365 or 365 1/4 days in a year
Excluding a doomsday
Which is never to be found
On the calendar
And so do not take for granted
Everyday
Although it may not be a worthy day
Although it may not be a perfect day
But we pray to live
For a day of tomorrow
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