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The Collins household has been under some major construction the past few days!

I painted the porch off the kitchen with Mom this morning, pulled up the boards on the patio out back tonight, hung a few pictures, did a little staining and now I can't sleep - so naturally, I'm reorganizing my bedroom...which I might add, has not been touched since I was about 15.

I found this poem I wrote for a high school english class on April 21, 2004!

Crazy what pops up!! (yes, a diary or two also found its way into the trash pile)

"The Perfect Day"

By: B. C.

The sunlight falls upon my face,

As I wake from my easy sleep.

The breeze tickles every hair,

Upon my unshaved legs.

The sun is bright,

The breeze is pure,

The day has just begun.

Although I love all days like this,

This is my favorite one.

The top is down as I speed off,

Inside my freedom ride.

The air I smell is Southern bliss,

The flowers bloom with me in mind.

Nothing compares to a day like this,

So innocent and ripe.

Almost like a fresh start,

From all the stress in life.

So now as all the lights go out,

I still can feel the breeze.

And the smell of simplicity will still be there,

Among the other things.