Sunday, February 22, 2009

Poem Requesting Money As A Gift

Now eat something!



A loaf of bread, a cake, a fish. Per person - of course. And maternal care in heaps on top of it! Hach, which was a nice breakfast with Bill and friends. So much feel-good factor among strangers, it does not last long. But later it took me a bit melancholy mood, because I was also reminded of the past, when this hour-long breakfast meeting with this and that were not rare. Good thing the coffee every five liters drown gloom in the bud! And then ran to the Doggy Bag, gnihi!

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