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Warm of the Morn

Temps of the Morn Jeannie Flinn Furlong Frozen in time, brrr isn’t it chilling! But, thinking what a cool way to go! Red that color starts at the tip of the head moves slowly to meet a really fat toe. Out barnstorming each ‘cool of the morning’; yes, remembering time to go soon will arrive. We know Missing friendship during other times of the day, chores provide distraction as we go, though… Taking time on arrival in the ‘cool of the morn’, my ghost-heart friend will say “Home sweet home,” then snuggles down to take off the chill in the warm, warm sweet smelling hay. Time is so short, as the ‘cool of the morn’ ends on a high note of camaraderie, my friend wants to stay, “Have a ghostly day,” before hurriedly escaping far, far on down the way… Only feigning happiness and forcing a cheerful, heart bumping, great smile, Using the next moments, we pray for more time in the ‘cool of the morn’ stretching a mile. Shyly making a quick exit, prevents spectators seeing those heart tears flow like the Nile Each end of the morn’s coolness seems to always present a new trial… One more minute or hour will do; more learning to ‘ghost talk’ with this shadowy friend Flip a coin, ‘Heads or Tails’, more my time I’ll win time in a joyful trend Tails it is! More Time runs past the ‘cool of the morn’. My heart jumps madly, I’m first to commend Heaven or Hell, they’ll grant many surprises to warm my heart, I’ll pretend Deciding.. I’ll pray for my red wrapped request, “please”! It’s granted, more happiness forms in my heart Extending our time past the ‘cool of the morn’ does brighten my spark Allowing our friendship to flourish past our humble, so true, and not a bit stark… Beginning…ah yes, slowly stepping ahead…headed toward out of the dark… Days fly by, after our heartfelt announcement “time not torn”! More FRIENDSHIP! Stronger bonds bind past that ‘cool of the morn’ Happily celebrating til light of the moon! Congrats dear heart, no scorn! Sunning in time! Hmm! Hear the soft sizzling! Time ends when it’s a ‘warm past the morn'. Newly born!

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