The hotel brings us a poem every day. Today's offering is called "Days"
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us.
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?
Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields
Start of a Memorable Trip
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