If my child had not set the alarm this morning, I would still be asleep. Being a night owl by nature, I wrote my book mostly between 8pm and 1 am (except near the deadline, no longer had the luxury) First draft finished of my essay, will review this morning and hope that my brain turns on. Class tonight, my nails need doing. Poem for the day : Wayne
my man can be small
or not at all he waits
To be happy or not
and he still is attending
to his needs are great
and yet he denies
what he musts have
or have not ever
what he really is
crying for love and
security is overated
All he really, really
Really is what he
imagines it to be
Or not and then if
he intends to be
happy every day
He will.
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