Saturday, April the 30th, 2011
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Fair stood the wind for France
The land in which I'll prance
Along the boulevards and rues
In my winklepicker shoes
Then to Switzerland I'll proceed
To the Alps! Fear not, I'll heed
Warnings about the high thin air
Which warn my brain may need repair
But that thin air is just the thing
For those of us who're suffering
Who suffer as I do from TB
Lying shattered on a balcony
High in the Alps' imperious span
Like a character from Thomas Mann