I parked my humble vehicle beside the Trinity Lutheran Church at Long Beach.
And waited for my singsong beloved's day struggle's over to pick her up home.
Yes, I have a home though it's a rented house.
I poured some water into the Radiator.
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In tune with life and all of its hardships. You tell touching and vivid stories. Blessings to you. As always, Sandra
Two mites from want, of the poor widow was more renown, than great gifts of gold from abundance.
You reveal much in this candid tale of a day in your life, Nimal. There are special little touches that lift the work from the ordinary to the extraordinary. I found the following particularly moving: 'My poor nickel went down the till and made a big noise. Some worshipers gazed at me and I was bit embarrassed.' You may experience poverty in your life, Nimal, but there is nothing poor about your poetry. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥