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The City of Prague
Destined travel or a stimulation,
But it was a sweet adulation…
It was on my mind, and I did go to see,
The place turned exotic, and that I agree,
My travel in no sense was a blague,
What I watched wasn’t even vague,
When I tred the streets of Prague!
The streets weren’t the ordinary…
A perfect design of masonary…
Houses, buildings and monuments...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 3:52 pm
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