Το Ψωμί Μου kαι tο Βούτυρο*
To Psomí Mou kai to Voútyro*
* 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
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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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