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Frikkies And Fries



 



Frikkies and Fries in Cochem,



Just off the town square,



Washed down with a cold Pils,



Breathing clear Mosel air.



Such a very pleasant place



Relaxed and sitting down



Taking in the beauty of



This very ancient town.



 



This town of changing allegiance,



This town of chequered past,



Now settled in place again,



As part of Germany at last.



Buildings ancient or restored,



Like the Old Mustard Mill



Now a tourist attraction



But a working building still,



 



Nudge and nestle to the river,



No sign of damage from a war



That almost killed a town, damaged



 To an extent never seen before.



This is a pleasant little place



Where I feel so at ease



To stroll gently around



To do just as I please.



 



A stroll down the hill 



The Mosel in full view



To check the ice parlour



For what flavours are new.



Every visit there brings



Such pleasant tasty surprise



 That just adds to the joy of 



Spicy Frikkies and Fries.




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