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Free Dom

Nothing is free in this life 

Not the air you breath

Or the grass you walk upon

Nor the daily bread you eat

All things have a cost 

Business is just that 

Design me an album cover

Paint it or use cgi or a photo

This will cost a certain amount 

If it's free how will they eat?

Do not expect a free meal 

It doesn't work that way

If you want me to wash your car

You better be able to pay me

Or I will burn your vehicle!

Nothing is free in this world 

 

Syllables are here/all in a line over there/write me a poem

Amigo Eating

Amigo liked to eat spicy food. He was a trained chef. This skill was used often. From his Marine Corp days to working with boss Gaz. Amigo prepared food for TBs and parties. It was why he was popular with his colleagues.There were a few good cooks in the call centre. They took it in turns to do it. Amigo's signature meal was a tuna pasta. It didn’t last long going well with beer. Beer in Thailand was cheap. Wages were not high but enough for a simple life. This included running a motorbike. Amigo's galfriend Sandra cooked his daily food. She made him sandwiches or fried chicken or lemon rice with vegetables. Amigo ate most things. He liked instant noodles even if they weren't healthy. Amigo ate a lot. It added to his large bulk. All three hundred pounds of it. A good meal or two was the highlight of his day and any get together with his work mates. Sandra's food skills were not as good as his. Yet he ate what she made. Amigo once had his own eatery back in the States. He closed it when things with his wife never worked out. If he didn’t work in a call centre here it was a fall back plan. Amigo ate five big meals a day and loved it.

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