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| A Good Thing To Be |
On a walk in the park, it’s not uncommon to unwind. How was your day, today? I ask.
A hungry one I didn't eat lunch! she’d roar on a Monday.
An abnormal amount of bleeding, she’d whimper on a Tuesday.
An explorer searching for towels! she’d cry on a Wednesday.
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An abnormal amount of bleeding, she’d whimper on a Tuesday.
An explorer searching for towels! she’d cry on a Wednesday.
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What did you do today? she asks.
Just nursed, I say brightly, and I realize it’s a milestone I haven’t yet reached.
Just nursed, I say brightly, and I realize it’s a milestone I haven’t yet reached.
A good thing to be, she tells me.
And also I tell myself.
