There was that day of days when days floated like days and in between softness and haze more dazed that appeared. There was a day that when dazed floated and in between the saltness and laze that sprained. That was their daze of daze when days filtered like daisies and in between taught and praise more days appeared.  They were that dime of daze when days flaked off days and in between seaweed and trumpets more craze that strained.  There were those diseases that insisted whilst diseases forcibly persisted and in between butter milk and lifted.