Good Morning back at you though it's now afternoon. Pray tell dear Lawrence where was this sunrise? ? ? ? for over the mountain from you, just a few miles, it's dreary, dark and humid....Dang those eggs sound good to me. Wonderful poem here. ~~mm.~~ :)
I hope you keep that promise Lawrence, we ladies don't like being messed around!
I love that last line, one of those lines that you have to read twice or three times to get the gist in the correct way. Very nice poem indeed, enjoyed the read lots.
Love and hugs Ernestine XXX