For my Smile

Tumbling my queue

There’s rain on the window

Pitter pattering away

I don’t have to leave the comfort

Of my bed.

The grey, accentuating

The brilliant foliage outside

That I have to take pictures

Before winter arrives.

My bank account is comfortable

And I’ve gained another follower

A friend, who loves my work,

We talk all day.

It feels nice,

Not to stress away.

This poem is about: 
Me

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