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Previously on "Friday Poetry Corner - Days"

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  • Mich the Tester
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    Thank you for the days,
    Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
    I’m thinking of the days,
    I won’t forget a single day, believe me.

    I bless the light,
    I bless the light that lights on you believe me.
    And though you’re gone,
    You’re with me every single day, believe me.

    Days I’ll remember all my life,
    Days when you can’t see wrong from right.
    You took my life,
    But then I knew that very soon you’d leave me,
    But it’s all right,
    Now I’m not frightened of this world, believe me.

    I wish today could be tomorrow,
    The night is dark,
    It just brings sorrow anyway.

    Thank you for the days,
    Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
    I’m thinking of the days,
    I won’t forget a single day, believe me.

    Days I’ll remember all my life,
    Days when you can’t see wrong from right.
    You took my life,
    But then I knew that very soon you’d leave me,
    But it’s all right,
    Now I’m not frightened of this world, believe me.
    Days.

    Thank you for the days,
    Those endless days, those sacred days you gave me.
    I’m thinking of the days,
    I won’t forget a single day, believe me.

    I bless the light,
    I bless the light that shines on you believe me.
    And though you’re gone,
    You’re with me every single day, believe me.
    Days.

    Ray Davies

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  • AlfredJPruffock
    started a topic Friday Poetry Corner - Days

    Friday Poetry Corner - Days

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    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 Pope the Mullah the Politician and the Doctor

    In their long coats
    Running over the fields.



    Philip Larkin
    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 17 September 2010, 12:18.
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