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Saturday, April 13, 2024
Sweet Dreams
Sweet Dreams
the day was enough of a day
nothing to pack or put away
explain, define, approve, acquire
nothing left to wonder till
far tomorrow seeming distant
slipping between the sheets
the temperature perfect
the humidity A-okay
this old body feels - agreeable
stretching a bit to find a place
every place better than fine
even more than comfortable
no aches, pains, worries, concerns
the breathing ... breathing easily
Sweet dreams soon and
good, good night
…
© David L White
4/6/2020 poem
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