author - "Mario Kresnadi"
The prodigal returns home ashamed.
Your hard-earned dime all mine
When she dribbled and shot that ball everyone would cheer and chant her name. She was really good at it. I wasn’t. I played soccer. Girls did not play soccer, but she watched the World Cup Argentina 1978. She admired Paolo Rossi, Marco Van Basten and Mario Kempes as much as I did. She climbed trees just as good as I did. There was a huge mango tree which had branches jutting over the roof. We would climb, sit on the roof, picked the ripe mangoes, peeled them with bare hands and ate. We spend
The prodigal returns home ashamed.
Your hard-earned dime all mine
When she dribbled and shot that ball everyone would cheer and chant her name. She was really good at it. I wasn’t. I played soccer. Girls did not play soccer, but she watched the World Cup Argentina 1978. She admired Paolo Rossi, Marco Van Basten and Mario Kempes as much as I did. She climbed trees just as good as I did. There was a huge mango tree which had branches jutting over the roof. We would climb, sit on the roof, picked the ripe mangoes, peeled them with bare hands and ate. We spend