Day starting sweet,
I will finish it off complete.
Early morning rise,
I plan to force joy in my eyes,
afterwards nothing sweet will surprise.
Even in the midst of sour,
I will remove thorns from rose flower.

Sweet doesn't come honey,
 it's as hard as making money.
No one hardly evers pays,
until one works eight hour days.
I don't expect honey sweet free,
but in my heart I'll hold the key.

I will unlock this day of beauty,
it is my sworn oath of duty.
I pledge allegiance to joy,
as much of it as I can deploy.
May no evil come between,
my sweet love joy seen.

I have a vision of love sweet,
each day I work a plan to meet.
In Lifes bitter lemonade tower,
we all need a sweet plan power.
One that blossoms rose flower,
keep thorns from stick sour.

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