Caretaker - An Empty Bliss Beyond This World

 
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
 
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
 

It's been as disparate a year as any other. Here's to an even more arousing new year.
 
Cheers.
 
 

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