Today . . .

it is like none other

never to be repeated

it is unique

never to come again

what to do today

work dawn to dusk

complain about nothing

a wasted day forever

stop and smell the roses

see the birds flitting

branch to branch

a honeybee on the flower

see the butt floating

down the gutter water

the torn canape

blowing in the breeze

can you its beauty

or does it pass you by

make today special

it will never come again

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