Went on a James Bond 007 mission during lunch in the
sizzling sunshine, the clarity and brightness unbelievable,
the sky a most intense blue, tree leaves emerald beauty
among diamonds, felt so please to be alive, did not forget
my mission, as I strode with firm James Bond tread, a guy
in a suit wanted to shake my hand, I refused, knowing the
warnings of strange objects concealed in hands
Then he said I only shake hands with film stars like you, and
I knew my James Bond 007 aura was doing its work, recognized
without saying a word, laughed at his improvisation, appreciated
the compliment, the electromagnetic effect of the positive thoughts
changed my appearance, when I looked in the mirror I saw a
different person, all glowing and smiling and though she left
when I sat down at my desk, it is great to know
She is around somewhere to return when no more boring
work is to be done….
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