ALL SMILES THIS MORNING

The human Being is habitual routine creature

Individually we have what we do automatically

Mine as most is see what messages I missed


Habit not addictive is progressive as positive

Mine, my prayers remain to lead all day long

On plotted journey that adds value to my life


Imagine first message on my phone, turned on

Picture and words from one sweet as delicate

Epistle told in million words-stare at my picture


So now I’m all smiles-such good thoughts on a

Beautiful morning of bright glowing sunshine

Whist birds of my vicinage yet croon. Surreal.

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