Don’t You Envy Me?
And I imagined that I wont be the happier were friends,
people to give me a beautiful new fountain pen, a new shirt, books, a dinner, a
new car, ... as my present.
But what is even a million dollars, - didn’t I say
that’s a gift for the poor before? – what is a standing ovation, the Cross of
Honor, making me a statue? And I thought of my dog who also wouldn't care for
such presents.
Instead, I an old scarecrow, got, earn, win an angel’s kiss, the greatest present ever as my present, my reward . Ha. Ha.
November 2014
This is my book. You can read it.
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