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On the Radio

A poem.

On the Radio What's left to the imagination is everything,
so I like to turn it up in the car. I like to sing
along with no one: imagine myself where the
streets have foreign names.

Maybe a boy and his girl on their motorbike,
winding through cobblestone streets to buy
ice cream or coffee or bread – food then the
pair will ride home.
Peter Joseph Gloviczki

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