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Let's All Call In Sick

Possible seventy-nine-degree high today
A day to twirl, and dance and play.

I am saying to everyone I feel sick. We should all be home.
Drawing pictures, planting flowers, writing a poem.

My boss comes in, but sneakily, like a cat. I do not see her coming.
I am in a giddy mood, people are dancing and humming

We have had a rough winter. We are slap-happy now.
We love this weather, the sun-kind that you plow.

It will be eighty-four tomorrow someone else chimes in.
I have an idea; it makes my silly mouth grin.

Let’s all call in sick, I wisely suggest, and very smartly say. 
I turn and see my boss’s shocked face, the end of this fun and lively play.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/10/2019 3:55:00 PM

Hey, Boss, it was just a thought!!! Can't we even dream a little anymore? Lighten up, Boss!! (Once again, I'm with you all the way, Caren!). :) gw

Ann Gilmour

Date: 4/10/2019 2:07:00 AM

Wow, 79 degrees, phew that sounds hot, it seems only a short while ago you were deep in snow, no wonder you were all dancing and humming! I really enjoyed your poem Caren, well written expressing your great joy and enthusiasm to feel the warmth of the sun again. Kindest thoughts Ann xx

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/10/2019 5:25:00 AM

I feel strongly that today should be a sick day. It is supposed to be 84 degrees today here Ann! We have not had 84 degrees since last July! I am SO SO SO SO tempted! Wait. It's Wednesday. I like Wednesday. Okay. I will go.