The roads are long as microfiche tape.
The views are wide as a Disney viewfinder.
The views are flat as an unfilled crepe.
This is typed on hotel paper.
Norwich is right in the middle of Norfolk.
Is that why Ips and Suf are the same?
Is that why Sufwich and Ipsfolk?
I counted a hundred or so panes of glass.
Behind them a hundred or so strawberry plants.
My colleague thought potatoes for this time of year.
I worried that we would be eaten by ants.
My year in Provence was nothing like Sufwich
The Norfolk air is making me sick.
I couldn't count all the strawberries in Ipsfolk.
Norwich is a potato painted on brick.
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