Everybody's gonna have bad days 
Today seems like I've got my own 
Lucky I've got my sense of humor 
and a book to keep me amused. 

The gift that was cherished once 
Now has been taken away 
You once were mine 
To taste and devour. 

Better than anything can be 
This path could be a blessing in disguise. 

Open weave draperies, still give privacy and light 
In cream and white 
Reinforced with French pleats 
To match the pillows and sheets 

I've read the book from cover to cover
Once, twice and over. I'm still not enlightened yet 
Something's still not right. Something's still not right. 

The gift that was cherished once 
Now has been taken away 
You once were mine 
To taste and devour. 

Better than anything can be 
This path could be a blessing in disguise. 
 

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