On days when it hurts to move or get out of bed, this little diddy often runs through my head:
I may not be a poet, but a Fibrowarrior I am, and will always be. 🙂
Cheers!
Cynthia
I’m not a Poet
On days when it hurts to move or get out of bed, this little diddy often runs through my head:
I may not be a poet, but a Fibrowarrior I am, and will always be. 🙂
Cheers!
Cynthia
