It was yesterday. I didn't want to make note of the holiday until I actually celebrated it. I ended up going to a friend's house and downing some Jameson with him and his gf. Man we're lousy drunks. Rockband was fun though.
Poem 19
The clock struck at the opportune moment.
All was quietly dull in peace.
Until it rang, rang, rang.
There began a change
Wherein the people arose.
Rising from their beds like zombies from the grave,
They went from town to town.
"We've done it!" they cried out in pride and pleasure.
"Our way is the way to go!"
Forgetful of their past failures,
The towns followed the people of Clock Town.
And in their glory they basked.
Eventually the day came when the Clock struck again.
And it happened again and again and again.
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