The first day dawned dark, damp,
gray, icy cold. Someone asked,
“Can you see the barren trees,
the crusted snow on the yard,
the dirty slush on the street?”
“Yes.” “Then the sun is shining.”
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bobdahl
Musings by Bob/ Blogging so I don't drive e-mail friends crazy
Love it! Looking forward to more great poems in 2016–THE DEMOCRAT YEAR!
GO BLUE!