Left on a bus. Hockey season is here. Sometimes it works, sometimes not Endless Frustration. Polite discussions, Many things need to be said. Some heed, some ignore.
Names disguise desires.
Well hidden thoughts are made known By our choices here. Squirrel in the tree, human hands working walnuts, Was hungry, not now. Heute ist Freitag. Morgen ist Samstag, und n chst' Tag ist Eisbecher. Let someone else have their turn Creating Haikus.