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.

 

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.

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