. . . is getting up in the morning
from a dreaded night so tiring
approaching the fridge while yawning
picking three strips of bacon instead of four you’re thinking
Benedict is your new thing.
Nailing peace
is ending a same ol’, same ol’ day,
shrugging a body so worn by work
thinking, affirming
“I’m a day richer tomorrow.”
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 
Life as we know it, I always look at the fridge and ask what have I got to throw out today
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Hi! Thanks for the insight! Aloha.
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I wish you rest, dear Aina…
xoxoxo
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Thank you Carolyn! Xoxo
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