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Ode to KarenKaren dear Karen, what can I say, we have had so many ups and downs, and rounds and rounds going way back. Remembering the Italian teacher, spy that he was, we can't forget the fate the electrical sockets suffered for that. Our huge Italian salads and wine by the jug, sitting at the cafe till late in the night. Our unplanned 800 mile journey, that came without warning that led to our interest in something interestedly Greek. Must not forget that hotel on a scary mountain top,where the window became a door,and ghosts were behind walls, I totally laughed out loud while you became became totally soaked sweating to death. Our book is not done, still chapters to be written, I can't wait to see what our next adventure will be!! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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