Glenn Bagshaw

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Spanish Fly (Triolet) - Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

I thought I'd take a plane to Spain
and see Castille and then Madrid.
The thought kept banging on my brain:
I thought I'd take a plane to Spain.
Long nights drummed pain, and then that plane!
I moved as dead as old El Cid...
I thought I'd take a plane to Spain
and see Castille and then Madrid.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011


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