Rittenhouse on a spring lunch hour (haiku)
laying in the grass
thinking about my garden
the sun warms my face
I have three beautiful sons that are lucky enough to look like their Mother. I spend all of my time with those little bastards. I'm rated 18th in the World for Competitive Eating. It makes my Mom nervous, she thought I was going to be a Doctor.
laying in the grass
thinking about my garden
the sun warms my face
Labels: haiku
3 comments:
wish i was with you. xoxo
:)
Jesus Christ, you can't just pick up the damn phone and call? Maybe wait til you get home? Its not like you don't see each other.
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