Tobleronia Looking out of the windowlooking at the snowmade you feel drowsy.The train trundled along.You dozed off.You were asleep for too long.You missed that little villageon the hillwith its glühwein and chocolate fruit.You missed the Toblerone factoryand the ornate clock.You missed the Kunst Halleand the Rathouse.The train crossed the Rhine,crossed…
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