The Pope, at his inauguration
was speaking to the silent nation.
Surrounded by twelve microphones
which would record all local tones.
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MEIN LIEBER HERBERT, DAS MUSSTE EIN UNHEIMLICHER PFURTZ SEIN. WUNDERBAR.
what ever brought this poem to the front of your thinking department herbert i wonder is it because you eat the german sausage as well you never cease to amaze me remember when we only had a couple of hundred poems and we used to wonder where the next one was coming from Warm regards allan
Another sauerkraut poem! They pop out of you! Very funny indeed, Herbert! Linda