Saturday

the flowers are calling and the grass is growing the sun is shining and people are singing playing the piano putting their bow on their strings calling to anti-poison waking from slumber arms in the sky raised high worshiping something reading a book in the humid air breathing in non polluted oxygen no one's invisible on this Saturday this memory this new past as time flies by and the clock strikes two where's the rewind button again shops are opening early this Saturday my heart is opening later today i Faithfully know out into the wilderness there we go everyone's outside or worshiping Saturday if my heart's broken i just need a new one (on Saturday) people are calling movie's are playing chairs are placed baseball is played time is breathed in time is breathed out everyone relaxes meditation is typical and beautiful everyone's sitting and laughing somewhere this grand time this special event only happens once a week so praise and worship Saturday

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