Questions multiply. I still haven’t figured out why the
rabbits wanted to hide Spain,
nor why they didn’t succeed better. Of course, it may be that they succeeded
far better than any of us know, and the Spain
we see is merely a small portion of the Spain
we don’t. This blog has been accessed nine times by people in Germany
– perhaps one person who keeps making the same mistake, typing “Shrewsburyclock.blogspot.com,”
when he or she means to type “catvideos.org” – and one Venezuelan. If a German
is willing to look into this question of what the rabbits are up to, the
Venezuelan might be willing to translate.
Meanwhile, another poem from Ghent.
They tell
you, when you begin in Ghent
The most
junior Tourist Bureau employee
That you
must never show surprise.
No one
plans to visit Ghent
Yet
somehow there are tourists
Each and
every one of whom
Has taken
a wrong turning.
Some
missed the left at Alberquerque;
Others,
midway in life’s journey
In a dark
forest, paused
And
Vergil passed them by.
Not Hell
do they visit; only Ghent.
Help them
make the best of it and never
Say what
brought you here.
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