Have A Nice Day Poems - Poems about Have A Nice Day

A Lovely Day Is here to stay Another date Fresh start, clean slate Choices we make Turns that we take Not always known Dealt on our own We plan, we hope We brace and cope And often doubt How life plays out Have trust and faith In Day’s embrace And keep it cool Play by...

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Humanity has banned swearing i don't know what the coitus to do Stubbed my toe Blancmange does not seem to do the trick The mammary gland in my work such a coituser too This plaster born out of wedlock Doesn't give a phytoplanton Manures hit the fan Cannot understand Nobody tries Even beneath the gentleness of words the truth sometimes lies...

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just call to say as you go your way work or play HAVE A NICE DAY...

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as you go take it slows to you too i say HAVE A NICE DAY...

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you all lovey too love all you do this i won't say as you go your way HAVE A NICE DAY...

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I went to school, Learned the stuff; Did my residency, Suffered enough. Got my license, Put up my shingle. Can I pay my loans? Will the register jingle? Six patients an hour, Ten minutes each; ...

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Always Have A Nice Day A Birthday Card did decide to send But his life had already reached an end For heaven what will be the address? Am not sure or know I must confess. Why should a card only have sadness? About person I loved and now do miss Better life they found and are leading What in my card should I...

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hope everything well you ring my bell as you go your way HAVE A NICE DAY...

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to you and all you do as you go your way this i won't say HAVE A NICE DAY...

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hi this not goodby just won't say as you go on your way have a nice day...

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Avior un beau jour...

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cursing and swearing with a mouthful of burnt toast I put my foot to the floor but it's no use it's raining both headlights are brocken an indicators missing and the wipers don't work "START DAMN IT, START", I scream turning the key dressed in my cleanest dirty shirt ketchup on the sleeve old faded green tie and a freshly wrinkled pair of pants I see Mr Rogers sitting...

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