A day outside the normal spin,
A necessity as your ills set in,
But it takes us back,
To a simpler time,
When the pattern of the day,
Was yours and mine.
It's actually helped me more than you,
It feels like a dab of restorative glue.
To take things just as they present,
Instead of the rush I do lament,
To have you close, and enjoy it too
The colour of life is now a little less blue.
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