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Good Morning!!! {Why is it a good morning, Cowgirl?} The sun is shining, the birds are probably singing, my siblings aren't fighting, I have done my chores, (actually dad cleaned the kitchen last night so I had nearly nothing to do) I have a blog and am therefore famous...um...today is Friday....
(Need I say more?) No, I think not. (For all you downers out there, I could totally keep going.)

So how many of you have heard that funky song Des Pacito? (I hope I spelled that right!) It is totally my jam. {Girl, every song is your jam.} Not true. Just half of them. Anyway, my mom showed me this video.  It is so perfect. Totes me. I seriously laughed so hard that a few tears escaped. 😂😂😂👌
 https://youtu.be/DvaqVWV87PM
I tried to copy the link to the video...I hope it worked... I think it did.  You might be wondering at this point, Where is my poem today??? Here, and this one has some artistic interpretation that my friend made for me. (Thank you, Friend)

Cliff of Freedom

Here I stand, quivering
On the brink of freedom, anxiously
Awaiting the green light, the good to go
Now I have it
The moment is here
There is no time for fear
All that is left to do is jump.
Failure is such a long way down, but
I spread my wings
And my feet leave the ground.




Btw, Friend, I really dig the fiery hair.  I think that is all for today. Happy Friday everybody!!!

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