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"A pleasant day, it
seems" I said,
I've had my coffee, made my bed,
The morning paper I have read,
This day has started well.
I combed the hair
upon my head,
Then went downtown to meet with Fred,
I tried to call, but he was dead,
His phone that is, his Cell.
And so I walked down
to the park,
To spend some time 'fore it got dark,
The dogs there bite before they bark,
I ran, but then I fell.
I landed flat upon
my ass,
In Poison Oak and not the grass,
I prayed that soon this day would pass,
It's really going to hell.
A pleasant day? - I
kind of doubt,
It seems that I just have no clout,
With Karma, luck: what's that about?
They seem to say "Farewell."
Another day; I'll
try again,
And hope this time it's not in vain,
A lousy day - It looks like rain,
In bed is where I'll dwell.
by
David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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