Reply, With Respect, To A Poem Entitled "Morning Wood"

If I were to write of my morning wood;

the poem, if read, would have been understood

to tell of a delivery of lumber

just after dawn, while I was still in slumber.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

After Ken Squires' poem, "Morning Wood."  My poem is actually about a rather early delivery, one fine day of this past May, of the lumber with which our new fence was built.  Being in ill health, I was still asleep when it was brought into our yard.

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