Cracker Jack

 Train to Nice

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So grown you look

      in the same unaltered pose

So much of your childhood you are already forgetting

      while remembered

Due in an upcoming, unforgetting dream

       you will come here all your life

        for Renewal

        for Meeting

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Shuttle in Toronto

Kid socks for the sole, kid gloves for the soul.

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Was another Parisian park, another lazy bocce bench

We were headed for the river Bank

We got a little lost, again

Perfect.

Besides, we gots baguette and champagne.

Succumbed to apple juice...and quiche.

Only fountain side...

        ...toss the brie, save the goat.

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