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The Day

 

The one who said jam tomorrow was right.
Will anyone hold out their plate?
There'll be more than enough of all kinds of stuff
but today was not the day.

Did we really believe the promises
telling us of a better way?
There'll be peace and love and heavens above
today was not the day.

Blessings and curses were interspersed with
the homilies we love to say,
if the workaday world's made to free us
today was not the day.

It's obvious who's been a silly arse
our silliness is here to stay
but we'll play our part just like the next saint
...today was not the day.

◄ Prosaic Mosaic

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