There are, sans doute,
invisible waves of all
differing content in
our daily inhalations.

One only need live
downwind of an Indian
cook, to be alerted, that
there is, a spice, to life.

La joie de vivre need
not be perfumed, nor
does sadness require
dark clouds to survive.

The Bisto Breeze, is for
making, giving, or taking,
It's a sign at the crossroads,
" Slí Eile Another Way ".

ps.

Content means Happy (1)
To be included               (2)


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