It's January 2010
The sun is shining
That is when
The mercury falls
And so do we
If we don't check
And we don't see
All the ice
Laying there in wait
Broken bones
Are a sorry fate.
Lucille Falk Miller (c) 1-6-2010
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glad broken bones weren't your fate,
ReplyDeleteyou fell in our guest room, so very late.
you seemed okay, not sad or blue,
without your wig, was it really you?