I ate a pebble for breakfast
A stone for lunch
And a boulder for dinner.
Usually the same mass of food
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You have no idea how close a breakfast, lunch and dinner, this poems gutful was to me today, only these pebbles, stones and bowled overs were stupid siblings, who burst from this mothers heart and soul...I was their mother and now I am Dathvadar! Great poem, wonderful imagery and universally felt by every reader. thank you for expressing my lousy day, I feel much better. Smiling at you, Tai
had my breakfast only just now and so was impressed by your title...good intelligent write Yiling...fantastic presentation of an off-beat theme...10