Twiters

Twitters It is morning in the bay of Cascais the sky is clear and not a hint of self-serving twitters in sight. The poor me brigade who lament being excluded for 15 years, try 80 years in the wilderness and you may grow to enjoy the solitude. Twitter envy of the worst kind, they can`t understand why they are ignored, filling pages with their self-absorbed moaning, hear me I`m suffering and it is the fault of the system. I ask o the twitters write something that is not about yourself, say something new today but not yet, let us see the beauty of the sunrise.