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Walking down past The Parliament buildings; Riding past Hero’s square In an open topped bus, Under the watchful eye Of Archangel Michael; Buying tickets for the hot subway And having to get off at the first stop Because we were headed the wrong way; Strolling Along the Danube But then stopping to cry At the bronze monument of shoes That brought the past Marching menacingly back Into the disbelieving now.
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
Budapest
Walking down past The Parliament buildings; Riding past Hero’s square In an open topped bus, Under the watchful eye Of Archangel Michael; Buying tickets for the hot subway And having to get off at the first stop Because we were headed the wrong way; Strolling Along the Danube But then stopping to cry At the bronze monument of shoes That brought the past Marching menacingly back Into the disbelieving now.
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
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