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 |   We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
Wide eyes search in vain for dawn with hands that reach for switch. Toes now wander floor upon with body parts that itch. "Thank You, Lord, for this new day! Please, help me live it well! "Your great plans are on display. I want Your Hope to tell." Foggy eyes need blackest bean, and hen fruit, sinewed pork, Rancoured mirror, really mean eschewing Larry's Spork! Sun is up, but on this morn the sticky clouds are thick. Mind debates, it is quite torn for covers do the trick. Discipline! To running shoes! The 5K will not wait! Out the door! No time to lose! I dare not e'er be late! Sunny skies have melted fog and ev'ry step I ran. Little bean dispatched my grog. The day a joyous land! What a bless-ed thing to see! The darkness 'fore the light! Wake thyself to fruitful be! No lethargy thy plight! Ray may bless me on the line another day quite soon, Lifted pate from bed I find is needed before noon. by Jay O'Toole on March 3rd, 2018   |
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