raindrops and roses

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens;
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens;
Brown paper packages tied up with strings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels;
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles;
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings;
These are a few of my favorite things.

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes;
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes;
Silver-white winters that melt into springs;
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
When I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

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:)

these days " :)" is my reaction to everything. it suffices. there's a part of me that even believes that it turns the day into night, and the dusk into light, and saves me from many a fight, and saves me also from a pathetic plight. it feels right. it feels alright. its the source of my might. and now i'll stop with the silly trite.

:)