poor olaf strives
he works
all day and night
rolling pastry
to feed
the family
it is cold here
winter
but for some
there is
no change
whatever season comes
the work
goes on
the table
demands
and olaf
shapes
his pastries
it’s jus
another day
and one more loaf
of leavened bread
~
Frank Prem Poetry 
I remember Olaf! I like his poem very much.
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He’s always trying to make a little dough, Liz.
Poor fellow, I don’t think my little sketch did him any favours. My second attempt. He’s difficult to draw.
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He is one of us is Olaf
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