Spain will never be the same!
The rain in Spain, unlike in Sweden,
Well that’s another story,
What are you paying for a gallon of water?
In the great Catalan city of Barcelona,
As much as the price of gas, a whole corona,
But who drinks water, when wine is cheap,
And when from bar to bar you leap,
Or barefoot on the ocean sands,
When water laps your feet or hands,
And while you languid on the shore,
Other sources you adore,
Paella, and Manuela,
On them your senses gorge,
Have I, got your number Georg?
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Georg
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Great wit-wonderful composition that can make the Poet smile.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU