pilsner… weiss… yay!!!

A maestro in front of mee taps tinkles types

yet again yet another master piece un recognised but for the young unjaded unfaded a terrier cancer ridden soundly sleeps peace is hers.. a museum tells of stars of constellations of millenia passed of Neanderthals of erectus robustus a weiss beer blends but for a want of word to a pilsner compose my friend compose for if we don?t who knows who knows? Charicitures mature to become they what they were? spent wee time at the hoose of me brother in far north land we visited maeve she neath her grave piled stones stacked high bove the mountain standing still thru the years unturned?. Spent we then times with ted and his lady magic south coast feast we feast with food divine she shows us ?moungst the vines the garden herbs abound the trees birds cries resound create create

sailed we ?way with the wind to the north west we sangd for the folks of the bluzone a wine place a pizza good patrick arm twisted and gathered the gifted unrifted divine sang we deep to the night good martin doth join us a rhythm entwined back beat 6 on four four on floor I implore explore explore godd bye say we next day limerick heads our way an the night is so wayward it blends night with day? I meet with the blackberry bush close up an personal she digs at mein arms and leaves tracks I?d not asked her to? to Dublin we traipse a town old and derived black pool that once was has dried up it?s demise still they sing of the days of the town they once knew and we roll out a camra and bring on something new with some friends who are blessed and give blessings to wonderers through? we meet with ryan air having not slept not a wink we head off to germany giving not a think.. our maestro friend meets us sausages in mind thanks I say true I?m not the sausage eating kind we amble in mazda down autobahn long the hatch back tried cutting it but is left far behind? we get there in time for time is our friend we settle un ruffled we sleep sleep sincere? show us round this dist place where the language is strange where the girls look amazing where the bicycles range? we play for the children we play for the fair we play for the folks who come listen to hear? we wonder the streets the cafes and eateries the world is laid bare at our feet not discreet here we vague unexplained give our all in the name…

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