Los peregrinos
By Parson Thru
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Peeling the plaster from under my foot
the skin tears away from juicy flesh
The Austrian kept on calling it meat
It turned my stomach then but now it makes sense
I'm beginning to look like the other grey-beards
weighing heavily on my stick and bandaged knees
We form a sorry line
overtaken by striding youths
A line that tracks like ancient veins
pulsating with the lost souls of the world
Fatigued, blistered and strained
we press on to our goal
It'll be the funniest thing ever
if there's nothing there
The pessimists will have had the last laugh
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Marvelous, Parson. Some great lines.
We form a sorry line
overtaken by striding youths
I know the feeling here. There are other lines worth mentioning, but then I'd have to copy and paste the whole poem.
All the best on your travels, Kevin.
Rich
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Ditto, with knobs on Tina
Ditto, with knobs on
Tina
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PT I thought you were on
PT I thought you were on holiday! I hope you enjoy the landscape and the change of scene. All the best Elsie
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