A poem about Brigus, Newfoundland.
Not at all unpleasant,
Under the shady leaves of an old apple tree,
And the intoxicating breeze,
Of warm places.
The hangover melts away,
And is carried off somewhere far.
Old Brigus,
With her Newfie saltboxes,
And brightly painted dories.
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