Today’s word is “lickety-split” ... at great speed; rapidly.
Renew
Shall we run, lickety-split?
I remember when I was quick!
When hopping up stairs was a delight,
And we’d play ‘til day turned night.
The stairs are now a mountain high,
And running’s a dream like learning to fly,
These muscles and bones are not the same,
As when “string bean” was my name.
But, I still breathe nature’s air,
And at beauty choose to stare,
The warmth of spring is on the way,
And the blessings of each new-born day.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2021
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