Old Holiday Memories.
I went to watch the suncome up over Kathmandu.
I'd been walking through town
when these Americans asked me to.
They said " this is just like Missoula"
So where's Missoula?
Well I've never been there.
Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2009-07-02 at 14:55




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