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In Vitoria by Frank Araujo Two old Basques Met in the square To speak of things that matter much: The weather, the day, last night's meal, The price of meat, Kepa's new hat, How it was in times gone by. A young man sneered as he walked by: How trivial, this talk of petty things! Yet, in those weathered, faded eyes Wisdom glowed, honed from years of strife. A king here now, the Caudillo dead, The blood of countless heroes has wet The earth; wars rage on, Young men die yet --but still the weather, And Kepa's new hat. |
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