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Thursday, April 26, 2018

A Winter Morning


I wake up in a slow daze
Expecting the morning to be bright
But it is grey, drab and uninviting
And it feels just not right

My bones groan in protest
My body registers pains and aches
My mind says "get up and get ready"
Yet heart whispers "let sleep overtake"

So I snuggle back in my blanket
Wondering why the day is so cold
Then I shrug and tell myself, maybe
The Sun too like me, is getting old

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