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Vacational Cogitations ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1987

The burning question in my chest
Is not: "Do I deserve a rest?"
But: "As I do,
Where suits me best?"
For holidays they come and go,
And in their coming are so slow
Yet quickly passed;
Well, you should know.

Dare I to venture forth this year
And go abroad, which I'd prefer,
Or stay at home
In Britain, here?
We seldom know, can rarely tell,
Exactly how our plans may jell;
When you decide,
Give me a yell.



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