Rising Sun Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
Rising Sun
The Rising Sun
There was a place in Curacao not far from
the town of Willemstad you could stay there till dawn
when the whores had gone to sleep and the pigs in
the ditch full of human detritus didn`t grunt.
When the beer was drunk enjoy the cooling moment
of time well spent take a taxi out back to the ship look
back and remember: Campo Alegre (the happy camp)
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