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Days
Father’s day, Mother’s day, sister’s day, brother’s day
And grandparents day, why not? What a calendar we’ve got
There’s no day without a name, like a picture in a frame
Days are hanging on the wall, each day has it’s special call
But one thing I clearly see there’s no day that speaks of me
Is it good, or is it bad, happy should I feel or sad?
I’m not sure what to do, so I guess it’s up to you
To speak out a clever word, what’s my day in this old world
Say that I’m a missing link, there’s not much about to think
Hence all empty days are mine, but don’t tell it to mankind.
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Gregory Colodub
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