what a day

June 8, 2016

monday was hot, ficed with furry

tudesday was cold iced like ice cream on stones

wednesday was rainy and fun but many

thursday was sad but why and how bad

friday silence filled with no excitement

saturaday was grandma saying goodbye

sunday was are pastor and everyone filled with no laughter.

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