11 April 2014

I cannot remember,
How long ago or when,
An awesome day came,
And didn’t sprint away again.

 

I will lean in and whisper,
Then knock on wood.
Did I do something right?
Because I feel strangely good!

 

I can’t put my finger on it
Or give it a name.
I won’t say it’s perfect,
But I sure won’t complain.
I’m calling today good,
With no need to explain!
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