A gift for the poor.
Give me eyes, hands, feet, arms, legs, brains, a voice, health, peace, joy, love, happiness, …
your kiss, you stupid little fool. Ha. Ha.
That’s what I call a gift.
So said Opa Johan to his wife.
I’ll never sell my kiss
or my love even for a million dollars. I’ll give it free. But I’m to decide
whom I want to grant it to. So said a woman.
Except she has a petty love, or no love at all.
July 2009 Except she has a petty love, or no love at all.
March 2013
This is my book. You can read it.
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