SEEMINGLY, AT
THE ZUIDER ZEE
I brought the Dutch pastry home
with me, but it would not stay in
bed - kept roaming and wandering,
aimlessly, instead. There was a glass
cabin near Fauldouse where I stayed.
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Some things are mattered less the
more they are thought of. 'Convoluted
phrasing you have,' my wooden-shoe'd
best friend spoke. I asked for a plate of
spaghetti. 'Alas,' he said, we are broke.'
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It wasn't always this way, mind you.
Once we had plenty, and the canals were
full, and the Wintertime skaters just kept
coming. One thing after another led to
this gloom. Oh Dutch National Science,
arrive here soon.*
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*Relief agency
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