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One of those mornings...
An April Day

Puffs of white smoke hover over me.
They stay above my head.
I want to blow them all away.
So today I can get out of bed.

Covering the morning sky,
They follow me everywhere.
I peek through my window,
And see them floating in the air.

The fluffy ones are spectacular.
The dark ones are depressing.
The overcast has an impact on me.
I wonder if I should start dressing.

I want to stay under my covers,
And not face the gray day that lingers.
I'm hoping the cloudiness is temporary,
Like the bruise on my index finger.

When the day continues to be gloomy,
I am turtle hiding in my shell.
I don't want to leave my surroundings,
Until the sunshine breaks the darn spell.

April 16, 2007 ©
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