I met out by the bridge across the Rhine
a man who introduced himself as Rilke.
He carried with him a substantial flagon of red wine
and offered, with a melancholy smile as well
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You writing is so crass it makes me want to vomit but then I think that would be too polite a comment for such work
Beautifully told...and your closing stanza...superb. Raynette
Very soothing and enjoyable read.....loved it immensely! !