WHAT IF
What if we all would be rich?
Would some still ask for more?
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What if we all would be rich?
Would some still ask for more?
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This is what we need, another pill to pop. What a brilliant suggestion! Most of us already swallow too many pills the way it is. Here is a pill to lose weight; here is a pill to give up smoking. Here is a pill for you to go to the bathroom, here is a pill for you to stay out of the bathroom and let’s not forget our most beloved antibiotic, which we take for almost everything these days.
Life and death is a daily thing when you grow up on a farm. I watched eggs hatch, calves being born and I helped with all of it, from an early age on. I saw the butcher coming by, and even though I didn’t watch the actual “act” I knew what he was there for.
I love to prepare food for family, friends and neighbors. That is the Italian in me, like a shepherd dog trying to herd them all together around a table, that is my alltime favorite thing to do. I love to plan special dinners and they are not special because of the ingredients, no, they are special because of the company.