DAY

And the evening and the morning were the first day
Day was with the beginning
To witness all things.
For there is nothing performed that is outside the day

Today is here, to add memoirs to yesterday
And hope for tomorrow.
A chance is the day:
To weep or smile
To gather or ruin
To live or die
A hope for another day.

Troy destroyed for love,
Day has the record
Nine hundred and sixty nine of age for Methuselah,
Days decorated him well

The magic of semen
Ejaculated into the mystical Africa pot
Time flies!
A child is born
All, in the circle of days

At the beginning of the endless day,
All come and go
All things turn digital
The pyramid of Egypt
The ages of Dionysos and Meteors
All live and ages,
Are products of the day

Live in the day
Die in the night
Born at noon
Work at night
Number your days
Count your blessings,
Round! Round!! Round!!!
360 degree of life circle
One fate awaits all-
The day.

All-in-All,
The work of the day is:
Ever changing
Always passing
To turn young into old
Months to Years
The day is one!

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