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dafremen Great days begin with my part
Beginnings aren't all they seem to be..
On days like these.

Great days begin in my heart
Leave behind their stains in mylar rings
Where I see things that don't see me

Huge days like these are numbered
Pass away and march like thunder, thundering away
Only one per day per you, they say.

That's what they say but I don't believe
Take two a day and hope to see it
Hoping back at me:

Great dreams
Of great things
From great things
Achieved
On days like these. 		070728
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REAListic optimIST (carried away with the rhyme) Great days, indeed...
Days like these when our deeds stand like trees, and the winds of change blow our leaves like a welcoming breeze; no knocking of knees for there are no knees on trees, just the birds and the bees and glimpsed futures' tease flitting across what one sees; marriaging what we please with what could come to be if we can appease what flees time's murdurous sleeves before brought to trees' knees when the axe is unsheathed. 		070728
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daf Are you sure you weren't Debbie Harry in about 1981? (See also: Rapture by Blondie) 070728
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