Woke up this morning,
couldn’t tell my left from my right.
When I put my slippers on
my left foot went in the right
and my right foot went in the left,
with my feet pointing outwards
instead of inwards as they normally do.
20 May 2008
.. and upon reading.... you have left me smiling.... (if I wasn't evaporated at the moment) ... I'm sure I'd be happy just to waddle away on this one...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You beautifully write the St. Father but I ask with a smile: and what handout have made secretly feet kind? Best Wishes, Tsira