Pretty Swiss Hamlet Full of Joy
The pretty Swiss hamlet was alive with people this morning.
It was the first trade fair of the spring and there was a children’s parade.
This hamlet was bursting with people dressed in native costumes.
No one was wearing a mask, and everyone seemed to have a joyful smile.
Is this a magical place? I wondered, sure that it must be.
I stripped off my hated mask and began to dance to the music.
I could not stop laughing when a man ran up to me and swung me around.
No one noticed I was insane with happiness, enjoying a marvelous balmy day.
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