When I get home at half past four,
my feet just dragging across the floor.
I just open the fridge and grab a beer.
It's icy cold and crystal clear.
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Cool! beer and a soul whos happy with his lot. This gives the same warmth as a lovely bowl of soup...there is no greater time to watch Mother Nature in her prime than when she first wakes... i do the balcony thing, last thing at night and first thing in the morning, theres no place im happier than just sitting there relishing nature...Lovely piece tyvm karen
Our life is very simple-instead of enjoying its beauty we make it be so complicated-wonderful poem, lovely to read.
Excellent poem - very descriptive, and I can just imagine that ice-cold beer (though personally I would prefer a cider) . Very well written.
It's a good feeling isn't it