China Continued

 A horse at the trough  I bend over my soup bowl  Manners and sounds not fit for human company  There are moments when memories of a childhood friend flood my heart  Rejoicing the summer days and blue skies  exuberant in our freedoms  Some memories and feelings help to sustain me  My soup is like that  Don't listen!

A horse at the trough

I bend over my soup bowl

Manners and sounds not fit for human company

There are moments when memories of a childhood friend flood my heart

Rejoicing the summer days and blue skies

exuberant in our freedoms

Some memories and feelings help to sustain me

My soup is like that

Don't listen!

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