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Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Runcibl'd Spooner: A Danube Blues

 

"Jack-o'-lantern'd Jaguar"

When a calf, I'd watch travelogues 
(there but for me),
roam the fens 'roun' Viennatown 
seen on TV.
     Now, of late, with my great-aunt 
accomp’nyin' me,
I see Austria, gloss 'n' all: 
“Wein, Auntie! See…?”
     Moral:
Must one grow where one's planted…?
Nope! Take nowt for granted!

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