Monday, October 22, 2012

One Single Impression: Kind

What Kind?

Papa went to the store
to get the tyke some more
milk.  He got the first he
saw, to him it looked al-
right.  But, it was all wrong,
chocolate was the call.

Back to the store he trudged,
he'd be sure, get it right.
He found the chocolate,
it was right where he'd looked
the first time he was there.

Now home to happy kid and
mum. Table was empty,
missed his breakfast for sure.
And his white they had drunk.

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Rest in Peace, dear Adi

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