the butterflies were swarming, the flies were in the butter, the sun pressed the snooze button, four kids were walking through the dewy grass on the misty moors with a key ring their uncle forgot when he went to stay with a bunch of fairies, Bliss was ignorant as always, Keith Moon looked down on everybody, a bird was singing in the shower and Night went to bed. In short. It was a newly born day.
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Je Suis Charlie
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