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- IN A POSTMODERN MOOD
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- Belief,
- Unbelief,
- To be brief,
- Crawl
- Like rain, or like a
drugged brain.
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- Life is as useless as an
unopened umbrella
- In Umbria
- During stormy weather.
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- Stormy weather, but we are
not together.
- You were playing a
saxophone in Bavaria.
- I was playing solitaire on
the steps of the Cologne cathedral.
- Neo Nazis were drinking
Rhine wine and whining about lost --swastikas.
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- Next when again we have
separate vacations, we'll be tourist in
Italy,
- Because Italians cannot
remember Mussolini,
- Even if they wear black
shirts, silk, on the Via Veneto.
- It is the Brunello, the
Chianti
- That excites such
forgetfulness.
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- I still wish I had an
umbrella when it is stormy weather.
- I wish I had you who are
playing a saxophone in Bavaria
- When it is stormy weather.
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