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“Tomorrow Never Ends”

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“Tomorrow Never Ends”

A butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker

Do you suppose they lay out their clothes for the next day?

Seems to teeter between confidence and hope

Somewhere slight on the middle of either end

Almost imperceptible

But, as prepared as a new day could expect one to be

I sometimes get around to wondering how many people never awaken to dress in laid out clothes

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