Once I'm fed up, out of my mind Poem by Ivan Slamnig
Once I'm fed up, out of my mind
Once I'm fed up, out of my mind,
I bet on my eye, I would drop by
to see the One that stayed behind
I'll quit on what I did, okay,
I'll stop with all that burdened me
and sit below that old walnut tree
(that looks like the One that passed away!)
To the table set in white, all fine,
I'll come to sit, then I will eat
bread and cheese, and fish and wine.
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2/27/2026 4:33:33 PM # 1.0.0
dinner is reward for reflection