where there is really no news.
No meeting committees. No means and ways.
No one expressing discordant views.
A day where everyone's resting in peace.
A day of contentment, absent all grief.
A day where nary a mad woman's killed.
A day of kind feelings and hopes fulfilled.
A day of complete contagious harmony.
A day you don't wish for a lobotomy.
A day made for having cookies and milk.
A day where torn cotton feels smooth as silk.
A day where you realize all men are friends.
A day where means outweigh the ends.
A glorious day. A day to enthuse.A day you'd repeat if you could so choose.
A great, perfect day where nothing can faze.
The last twenty-four was NOT one of those days.
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