My enemies are worms, cool days, and most of all woodchucks.
These days there’s so much technology and ways you can learn. There are videos and CD roms.
My days are as long as despair can make them.
The days of an open mic night when I’d rock up in an old jumper are over.
Why are our days numbered and not, say, lettered?
I’ll prove in only seven days that I can make you a new man.
To a large degree, those early lean days were self-imposed.
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