The Perfect Day

I sit and dream at school
About the perfect day
In everyway
Perfect from the shirt I grab
Perfect form the feast of crab
The best in Everyway
I want to live this everyday
I think “could this ever be?”
Just in my mind with only me
Like a forgotten toy
No one gets to feel its joy
Tomorrow may be it
Until then I think and sit.





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