pink...

...fuzzy

once again, i’ve no - idea the name of - this flower but it’s pink - so i really didn’t care - no, what truly drew me in - was the reminder of - that childhood poem - do you recall it as well - the one with the - sort of singsong - lyrics which went like this

fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, 
fuzzy wuzzy had no hair,
fuzzy wuzzy wasn't fuzzy,
was he?

i remember learning it early on - then every time we’d - come across something even - remotely fuzzy, we’d recite it - giggling the whole time - as kiddos it never took much - to bring on a fit - of giggles at all - those were carefree days - i do believe our world - can still return to carefree - and our tomorrow’s will be - filled with hope and promise - we just need to believe - in a positive outcome - and that indeed tomorrow holds...

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happy day.....