Cecelia Weir (March 19,1955 / Fayette, Alabama)
This morning is going to be a wonderful day
I can feel it in my bones
Not an unkind word will even come my way.
There are birds singing in the trees
There is a beautiful sunrise
It draws me to my knees.
There are many who will enjoy
The pleasures of this day
They will make it happy despite come what may.
The enjoyments of life
Comes ready made just for you
Its up to your mind to make it work for you.
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