The sun has finally come out. It's like peeling the Saran Wrap of Sadness off of me to reveal the Fresh Flavor of Fabulousness underneath. I just want to roll around in the grass and nap in it. Perhaps I will do that tomorrow (first checking for errant dog poop).
I'm so freaking happy right now.
I haven't written a poem yet today. I am the poem today.
2 comments:
"Saran Wrap of Sadness," is perfect. PERFECT.
Thank you!
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