Sometimes we have those days
where nothing seems to go our way
we've got some place to be
but for some reason we're late
we look to place the blame
"Those crooks just stole my day"
no one can steal your light
though it might shine a little late
The wrong side of the bed
is superstition in our heads
we're still alive and breathing
which is better than being dead
please give us our daily bread
don't let my moldy mindset spread
these days may turn to dates
but dates don't mean we're wed
Ashe. Amen. And so it is.
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