Today.
Today is just a Friday,
even though I thought it was a Saturday;
how could I get it ‘so’ wrong?
Um, you’re on the wrong side of the date-line … it is Saturday
Where you are it is, where I am it is still not – days blend into one when all is said and done. G:)
They do, do, do, and then they do, do, do it again
The da da da…
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Um, you’re on the wrong side of the date-line … it is Saturday
Where you are it is,
where I am it is still not –
days blend into one
when all is said and done. G:)
They do, do, do, and then they do, do, do it again
The da da da…