Aimlessly working to kindle a fire and gazing at it from all sides.
Cakes and cookies ran out last year,
Thinking of them today and vacantly swallowing my saliva.
Seldom having things together, incessantly sighing,
Among the many people there are no good men.
Those who come here just ask to have a cup of tea,
Not getting any they go off spluttering in anger.
Submitted December 24, 2018 at 07:14PM by seigando http://bit.ly/2V4pBd3
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