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the tedium

The Tedium

The bay of Cascais looks like a mass produced painting,
azure sea, flying seagulls and anchored ships just as 
it was when last time I was here…a sunny day in May.
Ah, this ennui, if clouds would alter a little and don´t be 
so static I will take new   Interest in my surrounding and 
don´t feel so jaded as I felt when a famous general fell 
flat on his face when caught lying to his wife and having 
an affair with a woman craving fame at whatever cost. 
Who is going to buff up the general´s many medals now?
The answer is not in the picture card bay, which today
looks like yesterdays where ruined careers come to rest 
and their historic insignificance is forgotten.
  



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