| Every dawn begins with me, At dusk I’ll be the first you see, And daybreak couldn’t come without What midday centers all about. Daisies grow from me, I’m told And when I come, I end all cold, But in the sun I won’t be found, Yet still, each day I’ll be around. |
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A convict finally escaped prison after digging a tunnel in his cell for years.
He resurfaces in a kindergarten playground with children playing and no cops in sight. He could barely contain his excitement and screams, “I’m Free! I’M FREE!” A kid next to him looks at him and says, “So what? I’m four”
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