A good day.
Today I'm not disgusted. Nor am I looking disgusted. Nor am I disgusting.
Today I'm not down. Today I'm not up. Today I'm in the middle.
I think I've done way too much ranting and raving and complaining in this journal. Well, not really. But, others may consider it so. So.......
For today's entry, I decided to write a poem.
But, I'm not really into poetry. And even if I was, I don't really know how it works. In school when they were teaching poetry, it went right over my head. Something about it just didn't seem right. I don't want to knock poets, but poetry seems like some of the most frivolous writing. At the same time, I suppose I should acknowledge that I haven't really written anything of great value.
So, instead, I came up something else.
Here it is.
What are you doing up from your nap?
I woke up from my nap early ...
... because I want to tell you something.
This better be important. What is it?
I like those yellow flowers.
What yellow flowers?
Those yellow flowers growing all over the yard.
Oh, the dandelions?
Why do you like them?
Because they're pretty.
You really think they're pretty?
Yes, I do.
I love you so much.
I love you so much, too.
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