The next day is tomorrow. . .
Today is this day now. . .
The day before was yesterday
and now I'll take a bow.
'Cause I know Sunday, Monday, too.
And Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday through.
Friday then and Saturday
when we have so much to do.
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I know days turn into weeks
like hours turn into days.
Winter, Spring, then Summer and Fall
go passing by our ways.
A year is quite a little while
with many days and nights.
There is so much to think about
when mom turns out the lights.
Copyright © 2000, David Austin
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