The Diary Of Horace Wimp

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Monday: Late again, today,
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he'd be in trouble though he'd say he was sorry,
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he'd have to hurry out the bus.
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Tuesday: Horace was so sad,
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he'd never had a girl that he could care for,
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and if he was late once more, he'd be out.
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   Don't be afraid, just knock on the door,
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   Well he just stood there mumblin' and fumblin'.
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   Then a voice from above said—
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    "Horace Wimp, this is your life,
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     Go out and find yourself a wife.
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     Make a stand and be a man,
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     And you will have a great life plan."
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You can do it
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Come on Horace
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Wednesday: Horace met a girl,
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she was small and she was very pretty,
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he thought he was in love, he was afraid.
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Thursday: Asks her for a date,
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the cafe down the street tomorrow evening,
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his head was reeling, when she said "Yes O.K."
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   Don't be afraid, just knock on the door,
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   Well he just stood there mumblin' and fumblin'.
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   Then a voice from above said—
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    "Horace Wimp, this is your life,
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     Go out and find yourself a wife.
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     Make a stand and be a man,
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     And you will have a great life plan."
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You can do it
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Come on Horace
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Friday: Horace, this is it,
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he asks the girl if maybe they could marry,

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when she says "gladly." Horace cries.
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Sunday: Everybody's at the church,
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when Horace rushes in and says "Now here come my wife,
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for the rest of my life." and she did.

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   Don't be afraid, just knock on the door,
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   Well he just stood there mumblin' and fumblin'.
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   Then a voice from above said—
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    "Horace Wimp, this is your life,
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     Go out and find yourself a wife.
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     Make a stand and be a man,
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     And you will have a great life plan."
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Horace Wimp
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Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday Monday Tuesday
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Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday
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Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday Monday Tuesday
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Wednesday Thursday Friday Sunday