Thursday, January 04, 2007

 

Poem

When I stare at you,
Why do you close your eyes like a mountain?
Birds don’t fly away when rice is raining.

# posted by Homero Pumarol @ 1:24 AM 19 comments
 

Poem

She

Everybody fears loneliness,
But we fear more.
I'll have beautiful kids.

He

Are you having kids?
I'm having whisky,
Vodka is for sissies.

# posted by Homero Pumarol @ 1:18 AM 5 comments

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