•{ Soup Cart . . .

There’s a little soup cart at the end of the row. It’s nothing fancy, but everybody goes. Aroma from the soup hits the nose from blocks away The smells are so enticing it stays with [...]

•{ About a mirror . . .

Didn’t heed the warnings Didn’t see the signs The pictures on the walls And the hand with painted lines The room was oddly inviting But that was just the trick Look into the mirror my [...]