Sometimes the sun sets on an angry world and has to sleep on the couch,
sometimes the sun wakes on a lonely heart and has to comfort it,
and when this happens someone cries,and beds just don't seem as warm.
Sleeping doesn't seem as fulfilling and cream pies don't taste as good,
we don't drink as much coffee,
we don't excercise,
and no one is ever happy.
This was actually written June 6th 2007, but I revamped it and added some more flair. I quite like the outcome. :)
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