Drop. Poop. Sprint.

2025.03.30

Drop. Poop. Sprint.
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Sunday, March 30, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Good to be read by you again. O/

Hope you slept well.

Words to write, magic to spell…

On with our show.

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The dog’s been fed moment.

Abe’s hungrier, lately.

It’s Spring’s call to grow more.

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Patches of strong sleep last night.

Wake for awhile, sleep for a few hours, wake for awhile.

My usual way just deeper sounder sleep.

Heavier dreams.

Deeper down weighted in the dark.

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I spent most of my life surviving Life in daydreams.

I don’t sleep much; I don’t require it.

You probably realized this with all the up-hours-before-sunrise entries.

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Perhaps there’s an overabundance of dreams? A quota reached?

With health I’m glad to be able to finally work, so I jump right in.

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Abe’s used to it.

Checks I’m all right, checks his dog clock, rolls his eyes, rolls back to sleep.

This morning, he checked his food bowl.

My good friend, I fed him first.

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There’s the peace of morning air absent most of the day that adds inspired comfort to the lines.

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Daytime words prove points, direct characters, impress impress impress all dressed up in pay attentions and say what you means.

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Morning lines sit by windows, anticipate the sunrise, want daylight to see what they said.

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You have a dog; you know this.

Nothing weird here.

Leashless in a backyard, or park, or anywhere outside.

Sometimes your dog paces, paces, paces, stops, poops, stops fast, races, and runs!

Happy tongue wags in the breeze.

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I congratulate Abe and cheer!

Some crap is best to just drop and get as far away from as possible, as fast as possible.

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There’s a poetic lesson in all things.

Even the: Drop. Poop. Sprint.

Of a dog.

Leave that crap behind you and move on.

The squeak toys aren’t going to play by themselves.

There’s work to be done!

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Get over that, leave it behind and move on, your life’s not gonna live itself, take care and make a wonderful day.

+he Ghos+

S. Wynn

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