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Glory of the day by John Ashall

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Forgot what day it was

Wanted to keep it a secret from myself and others

And sought no clues as to what it might be

Time thrown out with the years

Wasting all that space with no purpose or reason

Just being, it was a joy

In the glory of the day

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