
Monday 16th April
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Flowing down the river of life
Sometimes a gentle, babbling brook
Other days, raging white-water rapids
Must be careful where you look
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Floating along without a thought
A clear, cold mountain spring
Or a muddy river full of weed
Who knows what your life will bring
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Once you’re thrown into the deep
Then it really is sink or swim
Make the most of what you have
Don’t let your light fade or go dim
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Keeping your head above the water
Holding on to precious cargo
That is what it is all about
And always going with the flow
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Love you sweetie
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx

Puerta de Palmas ~ Badajoz City gates

Puente de Palmas ~ a footbridge across the Guadiana River, the first foundations being laid in 1460

Looking towards the Puente de la Universidad

The alcazaba on the hilltop

The old city walls

Tall palms in the park

Sitting in the park, with a beer

Tonight’s sunset
All so beautiful
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Going with the flow can bring some interesting sights, indeed, unless the banks become particularly drab!
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So very true 😊
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Amazing!! Thx for sharing 😁❤️
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Thank you so much for reading.
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I have always been one to go with the flow, sometimes even when I shouldn’t
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Aha…. made me smile 😊
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Beautiful words, gorgeous sunset and those palm trees were to tall that they made me busy. Glad you are enjoying your trip Melanie.
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Thank you very much indeed.
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Great poem and excellent pics
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Thank you very much indeed.
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Amazing poem and photos!
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Thank you very much Lynn.
Most kind.
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Lovely poëm en amazing photo’s
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Thank you very much indeed.
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