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I thought it would be nice to write a beautiful poem today.

You know, gorgeous view outside … snow falling … gentle nature calling. Inspiring. All that.

And more importantly, me inside of the retirement community … caring for Mom … waiting for Dad to be sprung from the hospital.

And there are other people to clean the apartment, cook the meals … and shovel the snow.

So what possessed me to step outside I’ll never know.

Therefore … without further ado … here is my poem for the day (stolen, of course)