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DIMLY LIT LOUNGE
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THIS AIN'T MY FATHER'S WRESTLING
Dimly lit lounge
on the ship
attempting to leave Helsinki
a bit of reindeer
in my tummy
and some beer in my liver
Ship moving out
We are on our way
This poem beautifully
This poem beautifully captures the quiet anticipation and reflection that often accompanies travel. The combination of local cuisine and drink adds a personal touch, grounding the reader in a specific moment and place. As the ship moves out, there is a sense of embarking on a new adventure, filled with possibilities and unknowns. But my initial take was that instead of butterflies in the tummy, like Rudolph there was reindeer bucking in the tummy!
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Thank you for your kind
Thank you for your kind words. I think it was Blitzen I had to fill my tummy