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Nov 30
This morning I mosied,
Literally and figuratively.
A new experience, not,
But today I felt myself as this person:
A mosier!
Shuffling around my house,
Not yet ready to really rise
But hungry and praying for a surprise.
And, I s’pose I found one in this word!
A smiling Mosier am I.
I  don't normally post multiple poems at once but I couldn't resist. please forgive me.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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     lizie, Maybelater2 and Bekah Halle
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