Days. Day after day we live lives. Now days are kind of strange. You get up each and every morning and live life over and over again you do something different every day but by bed time it doesn't matter because the next day is a different day stay with me on this they say there are seven days of the week. Monday,Tuesday,Wednesday,Thursday,Friday,Saturday,and Sunday. Now if each day is different then what is the point of naming the days? Days are deadlines that is the whole point of naming the days. And there are way more days the number of days doesn't stop at seven there is like 300,000,000 that we haven't named yet. There is also no point of months it's like taking three people and saying, " Okay sally you have blue eyes so your going to have thirty days in your month." Bob you have long legs so your going to have thirty-one days in your month. Ryan your the shortest so your only going to have twenty-eight days in your month. You can't just clump a bunch of days together and say this is a day,this is a year this is a decade. That is just wrong. In my opinion. And time isn't real either you just live your life.
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Solomon Grundy,
Born on Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday.
Sick on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
That was the end
Of Solomon Grundy.
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