I'm going to tell my day in a unique way.
Thou day sprung from thou moonlight yawn,
Eyes in bags art woke to a sudden ring.
Thy lips awake to thou stream of rain,
Which called a faucet.
Long dusty trip took thy toll,
From thou wakening eyes to thou long distance shop.
Goodwill patron I shall keep to name,
With thou kindred in hand,
What a day!
Thy flash
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