Poetess: all was thinking from 9 am to 3:30 pm, should I write something?
Should I not?
Then I got sign.
Aunt: is it 5:30 yet?
Grandma w.: at least it's Thursday.
Narrator: in green color?
I don't see anything green on me.
Poetess: something with my camera.
Grandma w.: it's all junk now days.
Inner voice: money is green color traditionally.
Narrator: speaking about traditions,
Raising people on my own head.
Can't trust much anyone.
Grandma w.: poor baby.
Narrator: it's all Gloria.
What a wicked woman, always sarcastic face with red lips, tickling me at surprise,
But forgiveness is the key to my successful relationship with women.
But forgiveness is the key to my successful relationship with women.
Love rules the world.
And I gave her my soul together with my brains and she quickly forgot about me.
Grandma w.: you said find someone else to worship.
Narrator: and she did very fast.
Grandma w.: we always work fast.
Narrator: I know.. Gloria.
