In Twos

It never loses its spots, the saying goes.

But does it lose its debts?


Come here, I call to my youngest son.

What did you lie about today?


On the table, a grain of rice lies wasted.

But, no!  The table will eat it.


Watching the crow, I wish I had wings.

Already, my mouth is beak-shaped.


After dinner, time to do the dishes;

the cracks of the evening are showing.


(c) Ella Wagemakers, 20.49 Dutch time (= 14.49 EST in the US)

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