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 Frisco bis Berlin My wife the navigator renovating wide travels The room rentals, the car-trucks, take us to the world centers By plane the stewards mumble in bilingual plus. Amazingly, we end up here, at the beach. The umbrella wafting, flags and kites contrast cloudy sky and people on the boardwalk. Eating icecream. The inlet waters coursing quickly and the big boat wake shifting the smaller crafts. I saw that painting in Germany and it reminded me of a taxi. And our ride to the monument. They were placing a wreath with that precision. The ancient ones wearing their colors. I did see that story in a paper. He was just a kid. |
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