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Closed Week #83 2018-12-02

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Why is it called Sunday when there is no sunshine?
Why is water so wet, on the day of all rest?
Why is it on Sunday that some go to the shrine?
It rains all Sunday long like it rains the week's rest.

Many don't like Sunday, the day of all sorrow;
I don't like it either, it is a rainy day.
In the empty grey fields, next to a scarecrow,
An old man cries black tears, misses a day, the day.

The day he found a cat, and made it his best friend;
It was actually great, to have a fluffy friend.
But the cat grew older, and the happiness passed.

In a land of wet waste, underneath a great tree,
Time continues its way, the time that we can't see.
Eventually spring came and his huge sadness passed.
 

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bradype said:
Why is it called Sunday when there is no sunshine?
Why is water so wet, on the day of all rest?
Why is it on Sunday that some go to the shrine?
It rains all Sunday long like it rains the week's rest.

Many don't like Sunday, the day of all sorrow;
I don't like it either, it is a rainy day.
In the empty grey fields, next to a scarecrow,
An old man cries black tears, misses a day, the day.

The day he found a cat, and made it his best friend;
It was actually great, to have a fluffy friend.
But the cat grew older, and the happiness passed.

In a land of wet waste, underneath a great tree,
Time continues its way, the time that we can't see.
Eventually spring came and his huge sadness passed.
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Yours?
 
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