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From our first breath,

Straight from the womb,

We average twenty five thousand

Nine hundred fifteen days,

Of welcoming the sun,

Falling asleep under the moon.

You can buy a car for that much,

But it won’t have leather,

Or a back-up camera,

Or, probably GPS.

His doctor said, two and half years,

The average in late stage prostate cancer,

But I like to think,

Nine hundred twelve and a half days.

Nine hundred twelve times

To welcome the sun,

Nine hundred twelve times

To fall asleep under the moon

And a half day left over,

To dream about both.