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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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Beata Agustin

Date: 7/7/2023 5:30:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Sai Lin Lip
Date: 7/7/2023 6:11:00 AM

Thank you.