Shrunken Heads

the sun struggles to get out of bed on dismal gray days we shrink from each other lower our heads

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/5/2022 11:34:00 AM

This is light and sweet. Nice pen.

Bill Baker

Date: 1/4/2022 7:26:00 AM

Catchy title Gershon, you got me. Sometimes I like to just wrap up in the blanket and meditate for a while on a cold morning, but more often, like you mention; adventure of a new day is calling and I'm up and after it. Bill

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/2/2022 10:27:00 AM

- I'm not a morning bird ... :))) - Happy New Year, Gershon :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/2/2022 6:30:00 PM

At least you're a bird! ~ Tweet, tweet

John Lawless

Date: 1/2/2022 8:53:00 AM

just put on your mask, shout "HI HO SILVER, AWAY".......and bet movin'

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/2/2022 6:29:00 PM

Sure thing, Tonto!

Tom Cunningham

Date: 1/2/2022 2:47:00 AM

Might as well stay in bed on a cold and miserable winters day lol. Happy New year Gershon Tom

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/2/2022 6:29:00 PM

Not me, Tom. Oh, no -- not me. I'd rather brave the great outdoors and FREEZE TO DEATH ~ Call me 'Simple Wolf!'

Debra L Brown

Date: 1/1/2022 9:29:00 PM

Getting out of bed in the winter can be difficult. Everyone else is hiding behind locked doors as well. HNY ~Debra

P.S. Awtry

Date: 1/1/2022 9:27:00 PM

I can picture this vividly. Then the title made me giggle. :D