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Jan 2019
i wish i were antonio o!
winding the hills so
into and out quilted to
the excited children know

the distant three wheel echo
of imagination -blue and yello
pop ups and quietly through
the sun rising finger drew

across a blinding line anew
a love to page them do
and donΒ΄t..lo!

in his biblio!
run promises blow
like a wizardΒ΄s brew
come all to know..!
as i recall a three wheeled library that served the wild parts of an arid area of southern italy..a man bringing books to the children of the sleepy hamlets and the exciting reported by the bbc..
Written by
Michael John  57/M/SPAIN
   Mathew P Nangolo
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