It Was One of Those Mornings
One morning my allergy med
was messing with my poor old head.
Then--what a sad sight:
"Your poems aren't right
for our journal," two e-mails said!
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One morning I woke feeling great.
I had plans, and I couldn't wait.
I did all I meant
to do; then I went
to walk, still in my happy state.
March 1, 2016
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016
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