Fridays in 50

Dusk to dawn, dawn to today.
Our sun must race, our trees will stay.
I choose to travel my own way.
Forward, out, and straight I pray.

I’ll bake, and write, and ask for a hand
To eat, and read, and hold what’s grand.

Fridays surely are in His plan.

[50 words about this Happy Friday. Today’s cookies are chocolate chip with toasted pecans. Come and get ’em!]

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