My beloved wife bought me a sunblock cream; 'Dad! You have some wrinkles on your face.' <br />'Yes Mom! We are close upon our sixties, yet to be chosen for the yearly Marathon.' <br />She collects pennies in an old jam bottle and hides somewhere as she knows that I steal for my daily Cuban vanilla cigar. <br />I dreamed one night the till full of gold coins.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cooing-in-a-nest/
