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Murphy's Law

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Not my kind of day, at all; this one
No siree! Grey clouds broodingly hang
above, and a sad heaven is about to cry.

Nimbostratus clouds throw me a shade.
The trees blot out a bright morning sun.
Fruitful expectations sprouted...

barring a multitude of ripe hopes,
but unforgiving fire did rage...
and reduced them to rubble and ash.

It is unmistakably a gloomy day.
Even mockingbirds are refusing to sing.
All I wanted to go right has gone wrong.

Date: 07/22/2019

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Date: 7/22/2019 4:05:00 PM
the old word 'hap' meant 'dealing with an unexpected happening'...hap was then morphed into 'happy' meaning 'being able to deal with the situation' ...kind of a buddhist mental separation
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Date: 7/23/2019 6:28:00 PM
Interesting. Thanks for the comments and visit, Sand:-)
Date: 7/22/2019 12:24:00 PM
Hello Edward I beh, Oh..that Murphy's Law- when that happens everything goes wrong at the same time. But once that is over, things do come out right. have a nice day my friend.
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Edward Ibeh
Date: 7/22/2019 12:43:00 PM
It's always good to hear from you, Darlene:-) I totally echo your sentiments! Have a nice day, too.