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Part of the Course
July 24, 2009
Written By: Rose Marie Rideout
The wind is a fiercely whistling,
The day it sure seems gloom
I keep sorting through the boxes ,
I unpack in each & every room.
One by one I empty them
as I gently put things away,
Praying to get ahead real soon,
So I don’t miss out on each passing day.
I haven’t met the neighbours yet,
But I really haven’t had that much time,
But Fred tells me they are really friendly,
So I’ll keep that in my mind.
Cousin Fee is coming for a coffee,
We’ll talk of our future plans,
The books we’re getting published,
The family gatherings in demand.
The day is so dark and dreary,
Looks like rain is in the air,
I really wish the sun would shine; so
Fred can ride his Harley that seems fear.
I guess my break is over for now,
It’s time that I resume,
To the many boxes awaiting me,
In so many other rooms.
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nice one yet again.
Love you sis,
Selena
EDWIN
(((HUGS))) and prayers, Karla.
Regis
Cheers,
Dan
Good to see you posting again and congratulations on your new home; easy on the unpacking, it's very hard work.
John
Love,
Marcia
fee
I haven’t met the neighbours yet,
But I really haven’t had that much time,
But Fred tells me they are really friendly,
So I’ll keep that in my mind.
And Fee is getting a book published too? I will be first inline to buy that.
Hope you get settled soon, moving from one house to another is a pain, last time I moved from Norway to Sweden it was weeks before everything found it place!
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Trust me, I know all about living out of boxes! *sigghhhh*