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What time of the day is to be applauded more? Some

What time of the day is to be applauded more? Some say the days, some call the nights to adore. Since Mornings come dressed in a fragmatic robe, They make people cheerful, all across the globe. Mornings are fresh, and sweet, and calm, They have all the beauty, embedded with charms. Afternoons are dull, and rushed, and lazy, The perspiring daylight, keeps people busy. The Evening though comes, dressed in a golden-brown attire, It is probably the time of the day, which many people admire. The sun goes down, and the stars prepare to glow, The ceasing star sends happiness, with a delightful blow. The outdoor games starts and the air is filled with gossips, Is not evening the time, for love notes and fellowships? Then comes the darkness to trap the joyous gleam, The dark and dusky hour, covers the sky with a dim beam. We do hear the bats chirp, and the owls do hoot. The dogs do bark and the devils' tale makes the bruit. But is it not the night, that patiently awaits for the morn? Then why is the night called shady and why is it not adorned? What's Your Time? What time of the day is to be applauded more? Some say the days, some call the nights to adore. Since Mornings come dressed in a fragmatic robe, They make people cheerful, all across the globe. Mornings are fresh, and sweet, and calm, They have all the beauty, embedded with charms. Afternoons are dull, and rushed, and lazy, The perspiring daylight, keeps people busy.
What time of the day is to be applauded more? Some say the days, some call the nights to adore. Since Mornings come dressed in a fragmatic robe, They make people cheerful, all across the globe. Mornings are fresh, and sweet, and calm, They have all the beauty, embedded with charms. Afternoons are dull, and rushed, and lazy, The perspiring daylight, keeps people busy. The Evening though comes, dressed in a golden-brown attire, It is probably the time of the day, which many people admire. The sun goes down, and the stars prepare to glow, The ceasing star sends happiness, with a delightful blow. The outdoor games starts and the air is filled with gossips, Is not evening the time, for love notes and fellowships? Then comes the darkness to trap the joyous gleam, The dark and dusky hour, covers the sky with a dim beam. We do hear the bats chirp, and the owls do hoot. The dogs do bark and the devils' tale makes the bruit. But is it not the night, that patiently awaits for the morn? Then why is the night called shady and why is it not adorned? What's Your Time? What time of the day is to be applauded more? Some say the days, some call the nights to adore. Since Mornings come dressed in a fragmatic robe, They make people cheerful, all across the globe. Mornings are fresh, and sweet, and calm, They have all the beauty, embedded with charms. Afternoons are dull, and rushed, and lazy, The perspiring daylight, keeps people busy.
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