It Was One of Those Mornings
It Was One Of Those Mornings
In childhood I was too fond of my aunt.
Her sudden visit gave me pleasant stunt.
Whole passed by playing, singing, dancing.
A gift always waited on next morning.
That day dawned so gloomy, so dull, so sad.
Aunt left offering no gift, I felt bad.
It seemed I could never forgive her fault.
I decided to wait for her next halt.
Meanwhile aunt called and talked about her visit.
But neither I nor she uttered of gift.
With bright Sun very Good Morning came.
A gift parcel was delivered by my name.
03/08/6
It Was One Of Those Mornings Contest Sixth Place
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
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