I lie here in bed so snugly and warm,
My brain won’t wake up from my dreams,
Have to wake kids and breakfast to make,
But the cold just won’t let me it seems.
Hey, I have never once claimed to be a poet. Occasionally though, I have a day where I want to break into song (apropos for the moment). I call those theme music days. Also, I have never once claimed that I’m able to sing. That makes it a bad day for those around me.
In reality, gotta go deal with a little flu bug here with the kids. Hope I don’t get it too.
That is, if I can haul myself out of my warm cozy bed,
~wavygirl~
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