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       Dreary Day
       By: ThaBreeze Date: December 6, 2012, 5:06 pm
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       Dreary Day
       Dreary day dreary day, please go away dreary day.
       You came as it may, I don’t want to deal with you today.
       I pray to God to let the sunshine through but instead the clouds
       cover the sky that was once blue.
       Every where I look it is dreary.
       It makes my eyes teary.
       I don’t like dreary days.
       They make my day dreary too.
       I can’t think right and all I seem to think about are my
       plights.
       It usually starts in the night.
       At night you think about things a little, then you start to
       think of things that could be and then you go to sleep and dream
       it away it seems.
       Overcast sky’s every where you look; it is my happiness it has
       took.
       No blue in sight, I sigh, I hate this, this cant be right.
       Makes my blues come to the surface, all day long I move at a
       slow pace.
       Let the night come, so the day will end, I can go to sleep and
       wake up again.
       Dreaming makes it all go away, in your dreams, everything is
       possible.
       You can go where you want, do whatever you want and with whom,
       if you take away my dreams, I am doomed.
       I hate dreary days.
       It is all I can do to think clearly.
       I sigh... maybe it will clear up or nearly.
       Days like this make my disorder go into high gear; it makes the
       end seem clear. With a tear, I fear I have no cheer, just makes
       me want to drink a beer.
       That won’t help, not with my medications, that would only make
       things worse, man, what a curse.
       So I endure the depression that is upon me and pray to the one
       and only God for a smile, for peace of mind.
       I am alone.
       
       Dreary days, dreary days
       I just sigh….
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