I woke up with
A sore back, and
stepped in cat
vomit when my
feet hit the floor.
I turned on the
radio, and My Favorite
Things was playing,
the John Coltrane
version.
It reminds me of
rainy July nights.
I make some coffee,
And check the book sales.
Hey, I got a couple in
India, and the coffee tastes
right.
I take it as it comes.
Black and true, like
Steinbeck's bones.
Don’t forget about the
goings of mice and men.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments8
having clearly become enlightened early in the day .. I presume it was reasonably so, it would seem it only got better and better as the day progressed .. nioce one T .. Neville
Thank you, my friend.
Congratulations on your sales, what’s your secret to advertising ?
work and work harder. Sales are sloe. Thanks for stopping by.
Could have had a better start to the day as vomit isn’t very appetising, but hey, things got better:) Good on your book sales.
Thank you.
Morning coffee tastes good ? Day is saved !
Yes. Thank you.
The mundane and every day is what life is made of. I love Steinbach of mice and men.
Me too. Thanks.
Bad start to the day but it obviously got better Thomas.
Andy
Yes, thank you, my friend.
OH for days to start more smoothly…. But start they do!
So true. Thanks.
Cheers to them melancholic gettin by…
Thanks.
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