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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