It was a German train.
They always leave on time.
The platform had a sprinkling
of weary travellers, that stood around,
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Allan! Your unmentionable appendage may not serve its unintended function any more but you sure know how to embarrass a guy of my shyness. Will tell you in your inbox to spare others the indignation. But if you liked it that means something.
Well, thank you for your kind words Robert. Also for those about the other one (Brigitte) . I can still feel the panic when I realised that there was nothing I could do.So, I call her Wilhelmina.
A lovely poem. I too have images like that in my mind that still flit through it on occasions. Totally unbidden, surprisingly still recollected