For Sam's ee cummings challenge

Real Toads member Sam Edge, who, like me, is only now beginning to feel the effects of spring, challenged members and visitors to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads to use, misuse, or abuse the English language á la e.e. cummings.
I'm not in that class (the cummings class) of poets.
I'm not even participating in NaPoWriMo (national poetry writing month) but today as I ate some eggs for lunch, our dog Lindy was lying on the deck in the sunshine, her back up to the sun-hot screen door.
As I brought her in for a drink of water and some refreshing slices of cucumber (her favourite vegetable), the following bit of nonsense came to me. And, as all poets know, if it's in your head for more than two breaths, it must be written down.

love me some sun day

sat her day

while two

were wed

next day

break fast

fry day

their’s days

or two’s days

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mun

days

ago

when

sun

days

saw no

play days

only

pray days

too, days

you days

me days

for

sun

and

stars

and moon days

love me some sun day

morn, no mourning