You did not do a stupid thing
by forgetting which bread
went with which potato.
We did not mind at all.
I said to Sophia, "Maybe I'll
write a poem to the waiter."
She said,
"He is kind."
I wanted to tell you this and
also,
that every little thing is just right,
and it always will be.
July 9th, 2009
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