It is a different day
that too of all the days
could be today
might be yesterday
a day before yesterday
a day after of all days
as I feel all days
assign to varied ways
they pass with a grace
each one has no trace
they seem to phase
come and strike the face
well, that is how it is in a chase
forces everyone to race
keeps them mostly in a daze
while the nights are in a haze
the sun rises with its bright rays
more or less it happens in all places.
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