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Lost a Day
Just lost a day,
and almost didn't,
finish this poem on time.
Been up to my ears,
in alligators, I fears,
and my eyes been,
focused on a dime.
Seems the obligations,
of this life keep growing,
growing and growing.
Like the algae stew,
creates a fine slime.
Doesn't keep me up.
Sleep like a dead duck.
But what the flock,
we're all on borrowed time.
The Olympics are there, too,
jumping channels for a view,
while getting some work done,
maybe, in a time or two.
I'll stick to my guns,
working down to reruns,
and not forget what day it is,
until the next time, my sons.
Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull
7/29/21
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days when I walk in nature seems to appease me. The other day I saw a monarch resting on a flower. She allowed me to get ever so close with my camera. For some strange reason, my emotions calmed and a felt this butterfly had come around to ease my angry feelings. All this just to say, I understand. Thank you for always putting it out there , for me to pick up :)
Love ya!
Jane
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