Loneliness is only known to man
When he burns the  copper  frying pan
From the marriage bed he’s tossed  aside
For pans are more important to a wife

Yet if she  breaks  their  lovely china plates
He is not allowed to castigate
Oh,men! That is a phrase I hate
Generalising is a crude mistake

Now I  am alone, I’ve burned  eight pans
I broke the dinner plates with  careless plans
I broke the special mugs we  loved so much
All because I missed his soothing touch

The memories fill my heart with  love and light
In  my dreams he comes into my sight

I burned eight pans while I daydreamed in grief
I meant to cook my dinner while I wrote
My attention was too sparse,a narrow brief
I burned eight pans while I swam in deep grief
This war on objects makes my mind a thief
Where once love lived, I see his empty coat.
I burned eight pans while knocked about by grief
I tried to cook my supper I saw smoke

What is very sad is to realise 48 million people voted for Donald Trump and their hatred or rage
won”t disappear whatever happens.
So we will have to remain calm,try not to get ssucked in

Sembra molto, ma 65 milioni di persone vivono qui, quindi sono circa 1,5 ciascuno. Un numero senza contesto è difficile da interpretare. Poi di nuovo, alcune persone usano foglie [da vecchi libri}
Ti consiglio di andare in bagno quando sei fuori, se possibile, purché sia ​​pulito o per uomini
provare il giardino sul retro di tanto in tanto finché i droni di Google Maps non ci sono
Non smettere di bere acqua, tè, ecc. Poiché la disidratazione è pericolosa. Il riscaldamento centrale asciuga l'aria.

Ho quasi scritto Central Hating, perché dovrebbe essere?