One Friday

I tried to write an everyday poem and that's what came up. Hope you'll enjoy! Amira

Friday, March 2002

It seemed to be spring time

Flowers, hay fever and sun

The smell of chicken soup filled the neat house

Thousands of things had to be done

My daughter set the table

With twelve shining plates

Seven plates for us

Five for our guests

And then


phone call

Messed up


The End

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