Day of Fun

Another day, another night.
It’s boring before, it’s boring tonight.
Why does time go so slow?
Why can’t time just flow?
But when something comes it’s like a gift.
Then I realize, this isn’t fun.
Fun is something we enjoy.
Like a game, a book, or a toy.
When it get’s taken away.
I can’t play.
Another night, another day.





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