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Problem Solving

The floor is cold beneath my toes
when on this chilly morn I rise.
My slippers are beyond my reach,

well-hidden in a canine game.
I ask for help, yet sound they sleep
when on this chilly morn I rise.

With no commitments on my plate,
I stand unsure of what to do.
My slippers are beyond my reach,

the sock drawer is too far away.
I crawl back into bed because
the floor is cold beneath my toes.

© Susan Schoeffield

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