Timelessness embodied in its chests, The malchins’ mournful voice serenades his herd; A wood-framed home in a woodless land.
Ode to Pepto O Pepto, how gracious thou art Calming the stomach’s sea Thy fair complexion glows as a rose in Spring Thy taste, as sweet as the finest chalk.
I know full well the fight song of parents of children with disabilities: My kid’s just like yours…. If he were to disappear tomorrow, I would have no right to fuss, no ground to stand on as I petitioned the Universe.
So, for all the stuff I wrote while blogging from Mongolia visit: Chinggis Khaan Moves to the City
