Milwaukee Native Aunt's Oatmeal Porridge!

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I remember my brother said once While he's drunk; 'Hey! Brother hope you taste one day in America Milwaukee beer that would be quenched the thirst of life? ' I wrote to him that I had a dream One of our native aunts who lives in Milwaukee forced me to come there and taste her oatmeal porridge with her unmarried daughter! It's very strange on my visit They found my water-pistol in the haversack? And they shouted. It's harmless but still they're scared of weapons? Though it's a dream I saw their true innocence and the courtesy! That could be changed a warrior to a lover? [The Problem without a name: Just what was this problem that has no name? What were the words women used when they tried to express it? Sometimes a woman would say 'I feel empty somehow....incomplete.'Or she would say 'I feel as if I don't exist.' -Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique. nimal dunuhinga

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