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Someone said the other day,
I've got 12 Saturdays and Sundays,
to do the things I want,
12 weekends to live my life.
To that, I replied,
what the hell is that!
I pointed out that may be true,
but what about the rest.
Why must we live our lives,
in such a tiny box.
How about we take some time,
each and every day,
for our very own,
a little time,
each day,
surely we're worth that.
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12 Saturdays and Sundays
12 Saturdays and Sundays
