Morning Light.Bright is first sight.
Open eyes.
Heavy sighs.
Patient parent.
Care apparent.
Lovely hope
Brilliant scope
Dark place distant
Memory instant
Futile thoughts
Wicked mood of sorts.
Promising Roads
Breakfast, loads
Beautiful day,
The happy people say
Run a mile
For a while
Cat nap
Dirty rap
Single noodle
Black marked doodle
Rocket ship
Tied to hip
Soaring high
After all ...it is July.
Old clothes worn
I will be reborn.
Grey and happy...why?
It is July.
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