"Eh,
this is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some really
bad days. And I kept them in a little box. And one day I threw them out
into the yard. Oh, it's just a couple of innocent bad days. Well, we
had a big rain... I don't know what it was growing in, but I think we
used to put egg shells out there and coffeegrounds too. Don't plant your
bad days! They grow into weeks, the weeks grow into months, and before
you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me: CHOKE those
little bad days! CHOKE 'em down to nothing! There are your days, CHOKE
'em! You choke my days, I'll choke yours! All right... It's more than
rain..." T.W.
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