I almost didn't notice all the roses.

"There is your daily dose of happiness, courtesy of Julian Goldhagen." -My friend, about this plog. 

' C '

Alone.

"To the Man Eating a Reuben Alone on Mothers Day" or "Spending What I Don't Have"

To lay in the sun and

Evaporate.

(It's not so farfetched-- 

We are 70% water).

What would be left?

Some teeth.

Some hair.

A shriveled rasin heart.

A friendship bracelet

(If you're lucky).

What better cure 

For a head cold

Then to lay in the sun and 

Evaporate?

Or a heel spur?

Or a hernia?

Or a broken heart?

To lay in the sun and

Evaporate.

But,

Then what would it be to

Sublimate?

--

"I can't help if it you look like an angel"

Sleeping

Through alarms

Brings such

An equal sense

Of triumph

And defeat.

Of triumph 

And defeat.

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Happy first-ever mothers day to Ms. Beyonce Knowles!