Powdery white blue sky.
Sun shines in the sound of quiet.
Will be the warmest day we’ve had.
Eighty degrees and I’m glad.
Little, our favorite rabbit, is back one day after misery.
Boyfriend bunny came by also.
The old ranch is riding a return to normal.
Ain’t she sweet, just a-walking down the street.
Have to balance out the days,
Keep them lined up until we’re through.
Must be many ways
To erase the blues
wore my jacket and barret
To fight the cool, although they say
It will turn to a summer day.
If it can make it I’ll hurray.
talked to neighbors Ge Gee and Rod this a.m.
walking to town is where they’re bound.
going for another injection.
yipe - at four we’re lining up for another round.
Music Milton auger, Jack yellen, lyrics - ain’t she sweet
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