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A trick, sir. Only a trick
By Amanda Faris
Love is a chemical imbalance.
It is not of the heart but of the mind.
Two hearts cannot “Be as one”,
Although they beat in time.
Love is a chemical imbalance,
As euphoric as it may seem.
When juice goes up, love comes out,
and, frankly, much stupidity.
Love is a chemical imbalance.
It makes us giddy and bright.
“The heart is full” most would say,
but, truth is, that’s not right.
Love is a chemical imbalance.
A trick, sir. Only a trick.
Fresh Koulourakia Please learn what makes them tick.
Though “matters of the heart” are fickle,
Love is a chemical imbalance.
It is not of the heart but of the mind.
Two hearts cannot “Be as one”,
Although they beat in time.
An elderly Greek man
lay dying in his bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly
smelled the aroma of his favorite sweet, freshly baked koulourakia,
.. up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength and lifted
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himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his
way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the railing with both hands,
he crawled downstairs. With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the
kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for
there spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite
koulourakia. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from
his devoted Greek wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a
happy man? Mustering one final great effort, he pushed himself towards the
table, standing on his knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted,
the wondrous scent of fresh koulourakia were already teasing his mouth,
seemingly bringing him back to life. His aged and withered hand trembled
on its way to a warm koulourakia at the edge of the table, then suddenly
WHHAACCKK!–his hand was smacked with a koutala by his wife. “Hands
off” she said sternly; “They’re for the funeral!”
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