Germany in the rain.In tenth grade, we had to write a poem with a different format for each line. One of the lines had to be in newspaper headline format, one of them in a different language. I don't remember the exact guidelines, and I don't remember my poem entirely, but it was about rain.
It was pretty.
I need to find it.
It was pretty.
I need to find it.
1 comment:
I enjoy velorailing which, at Confolons in the Poitou Charante, is where we do it.
I wonder what it is in Germany perhaps fahrradzug or is my German woefully inadequate? Does it matter? I'm unlikely ever to go to Germany and ask if there is anywhere I can go fahrradzugging anyway.
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