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The hump day has arrived, welcome all Wednesday lovers. (that’s funny… hump day, lovers)
Zappa now has his very own collar and leash and he is great with it. I am so surprised and happy with him. I got up early enough this morning so we could go out and take care of business before a mess was started. Brisk morning but the sunrise was beautiful. What great colors of pink, orange, and blue. It was just wonderful to see the sun. Played some more golf last night, just 9 holes but it was a blast. All righty enough from my blog, blog, blog. Have a great day all.

Here is a new poem for you guys. Not sure if I like it or not. It may need some more work to be honest, but here you go nonetheless…

She smiles at no one
not a soul has an interest in her
thoughts or projections

she is without a friend to hold
her hair, hands, spirit up from
the puddle that lays at her feet

the cool breeze begins to chill
her exposed arms and create
tiny bumps for her to poke at

stumbling across the tracks she
begins to feel dizzy and weak
under the weight of her troubles

She sits and ponders how to carry
herself to the shack she calls home
without losing sight of her future

she will not remember this moment
it will be lost underneath the earth
of each step she proceeds with