87. MEMORIES ON GAS STATION 11.10.15

11.10.15 LIEPASThe most beautiful place is my home

By a highway, with my trees, and everything

Nevertheless I love to travel, and to roam

To see new places, to see something.

Just now I remember a gas station on the border

Crowded but boasting some order

Lots of kitch on the shelves:

Shining balls, synthetic sweets, strange elves.

And funny rules as well

Just to sell.

Well, the best place is home

Though crazy bags like to roam.

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