ode to beans, rice and celery soup 5 comments

22 Feb 2008 @ 16:26 on a cold, wet day jeans glued to me soaking wet shoes socks sopping with rain oh warm brown rice, rich beans how you welcome me, how you wait for me hot shower steams my legs while you, oh beans, rice and soup steam my growling appetite a day of coaxing language a day of translating algebra a walk through torrential rains the puddles, oh rice, oh the wet lakes of distant provinces my path a national geographic, oh beans the trucks that would push me into the niagara falls of despair those walls of wet, oh soup yet, yea, as i walk through the storm the gray outpour, i think of you you keep me strong true to my course oh beans, rice and soup as long as you feature in my future i shall walk the toils and atrocities of weather may this ode entice you to appear this day judih feb 2008

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23 Feb 2008 @ 05:46 by skookum : mmmm
I made soup today too...

must be in our genes..

:-)  

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