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Το Ψωμί Μου kαι tο Βούτυρο*

To Psomí Mou kai to Voútyro*

By Patrick M. OhanaPublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 1 min read
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Το Ψωμί Μου kαι tο Βούτυρο*
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* My bread and butter, in Greek.

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My bread and butter doth betray a thought

Of joyful memories before the fall

’Tis unfortunate my soul missed a lot

Feeling foreign within my all in all

’Tis never too late many said and lied

Those were the days when the nights were shorter

No matter how much I can and have tried

I may need an athletic supporter

Athena comes to mind with Shakespeare’s sword

’Tis the thought that counts is another lie

Her owl could play our go-between’s accord

I have to strive high in order to die

Greek bread does not require a butter knife

It steadily melts as I lose my life

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Newbeats - Bread and Butter

heartbreak
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About the Creator

Patrick M. Ohana

A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.

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