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Thread #89754 Message #2374916
Posted By: WalkaboutsVerse
26-Jun-08 - 12:44 PM
Thread Name: Walkaboutsverse
Subject: RE: Walkaboutsverse
Poem 17 of 230: THROUGH WHAT WAS
During Europe's summer, '88,
At a wall my bag was checked:
A brief smile at what gave it weight;
Sun-cream lid back - mood unwrecked.
As I bought crispbread, with money changed,
A row began, at counter,
Between two, it seemed, Germans estranged -
Clothes, to me, the sole pointer.
I headed back through the wall that was,
Then signed a reunion book.
Reflecting, I'm happy/sad because
The Left-cause, too, has been shook.