Tuesday, December 15, 2020

Thirty-four.

34


The hills are enlivened with the 

sounds of Goths, Visigoths and 

Vandals! Cross this line and that 

invade my sub-conscious

ford my Rhine, cRape my mind

pillage my heart. The Burgundians 

are coming! Gullible! Gullible! 

There’s a giant on the breach! There’s 

a giant on the breach! I used to drink 

Liebfraumilch when I was young 

because it was made by Bavarian 

monks and tasted good with cheese 

then I realized it was named for

The Virgin Mary’s Milk.


Markle~

15Decemburr2020



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