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One of Those DaysOn a morning when Everything Going to Hell In a hand basket Is what happens On a GOOD day And I'm finally On my way Out the door Late Again I step into the middle Of this awesome Spring-Has-Definitely-Sprung Moment Sunshine on my face Birds singing their joy At just being alive Colors of all I see So bright It takes your breath Away Thinking How, when On one of THOSE days That come much Too often Our Creator gives me One of THESE days That don't come Often enough In the end I can say With a smile... Hey! Who's counting? Pat Reeves (c) April 24, 2003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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