Morning is not my friend
I can almost see him now, the curly-haired cowboy riding his horse through the Oklahoma corn field, Technicolor blue skies framing his handsome face.
“Oh, what a beautiful morning. Oh, what a beautiful day.”
What would it be like to have a morning like that? Such joy, peace and serenity. But I have children.
Don’t get me wrong. Nothing brings me more joy than my children. But peace and serenity? Not so much.
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