Poem: Relaxed, a bit of humor, Part 3 of Seven Secrets

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Relaxed

To sit in a stupor

At home, no need to think.

That is the comfort zone

I often want to sink.

 –

Relaxed in easy chair,

Snarls still not brushed from hair.

Propped in front of PC,

Mopishly sit and stare.

I know it isn’t smart

To spend the day like that.

This may even be why

My derriere’s so fat.

June Nash

Ever have one of those days, when you just don’t want to start moving?

Well, for me, it is on these days that I write most of my poetry.

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