Overlooking


sitting there out of reach

in the grey November shade

overlooking the folly of men

going back and forth

six lanes of shiny tin cans

Sometimes we miss the things we see, ha de Gött!

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  1. hahaha; that’s a great last line, Ulle 🙂

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