Dishwasher Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Dishwasher
He washes the dishes very fast and he sees his face very bright.
He doesn't count as an employee and always he thinks as the owner of the Restaurant.
This is the way to live happily.
Though you are not a Saint but act as a Saint.
* When he throws the left over to the trash he thinks of his brotherhood and their struggle for a breadcrumb.
Very appealing. I think your new atmosphere will give you many poems. I admire your cheerful attitude and am touched by your concern for those who are always hungry. Warm regards, Sandra
good psychology, my man! Keep us posted. I wrote about you in the Forum here, today.
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4/24/2024 4:01:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Nimal your compassion and empathy shine and twinkle through all you've seen and all you see....thankyou and welcome to your new home here with us...we are honored to have you among us....good health and happiness to you and your family. Love, D.