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Tuesday today, and raining.
What better thing to do
than to have a bowl of soup,
maybe read or listen to a little poetry.

Soup
I saw a famous man eating soup. I say he was lifting a fat broth Into his mouth with a spoon. His name was in the newspapers that day Spelled out in tall black headlines And thousands of people were talking about him. When I saw him, He sat bending his head over a plate Putting soup in his mouth with a spoon. Carl Sandburg

I love this poem, and what it says about us.
How, when we distill our essence
to it's simplest form, we are all
human, sitting in that quiet
moment, savoring a bowl of soup.

Enjoy~

--Ronda