One day I decided to write a poem a day. I called it "The Folded Poems" because I pretended finding them under a chair written on the folded pieces of paper. The only criteria for the poems to be, was my own endorsement. I was the judge. If it "sounded" right, I kept it. Keeping with the pace, though, was not easy. Here I am posting them up to date. I am still writing, but not necessarily every day.
Saturday, December 17, 2016
Five courses, five famous China sauces served on the saucers fly in the faces and whisper kisses preserved for misses and all who misses their sweet and sour goodbyes.
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