Good Morning.....

Just when I want to write a poignant and mystical poem my mind goes into limerick mode! Fighting the limerick urge I knuckle down and wait for beautiful and smoldering lines to influence me. Waiting, waiting, waiting, yes??? Nope.....


There once was a lady from Devon

who would always get up at seven;

a cuppa to start

plus a jam tart

she thought she was in seventh heaven.



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