Poetry (words)

Friday

I slept the sleep of angels last night. If only every night were that good. It’s a beautiful morning. Sunrise in spring is a different colour altogether than winter sunrises. 

Early hairdressers appointment today then some shopping. I like Friday’s very much. 

Banging headache. Possibly a result of going into clothing shops. Hopefully it’ll pass quickly, I want to write this afternoon. 

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