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It's your turn
The shooting match was always at Whitsun. I shot at the target, too, of course. In the village, you either break or join the club. Yes, of course I was a club man, nice uniform with the green jacket. The knees always blue, because the Tommel hit them, the college shoes with the black pompons. The drum major in front and we behind.
In the evening then Dans op de Deel in the marquee and in the singer of the band all the girls were in love. Except for Iris, who already had her treasure. And already he comes around the corner again "Hey, it's your turn and get the next round of Lüttje Lagen!" That's how it always went, in turns. One year we had the invasion of the rockers, who smashed the whole tent. Every year there was some kind of drama. Hartmut smacks Heike. My uncle starts a drunken brawl. Erika pees herself again, so full was she.............echt, that was better than cinema. The next morning the obligatory Alka Seltzer and then hangover breakfast. And back on the boards, strap on the drum and march on.
This sweet psychedelic love reminds me of what it smells like to march back to the fairgrounds at the almond stand. It's not roasted almonds I'm smelling, but it comes pretty close to the waffle, almond, candied apple booth. The scent sweet, yes. But it's also cozy, gives a feeling of security. I also think I smell a hint of Koskos, the vanilla is nice. The march ends with fine sandalwood.
In the evening then Dans op de Deel in the marquee and in the singer of the band all the girls were in love. Except for Iris, who already had her treasure. And already he comes around the corner again "Hey, it's your turn and get the next round of Lüttje Lagen!" That's how it always went, in turns. One year we had the invasion of the rockers, who smashed the whole tent. Every year there was some kind of drama. Hartmut smacks Heike. My uncle starts a drunken brawl. Erika pees herself again, so full was she.............echt, that was better than cinema. The next morning the obligatory Alka Seltzer and then hangover breakfast. And back on the boards, strap on the drum and march on.
This sweet psychedelic love reminds me of what it smells like to march back to the fairgrounds at the almond stand. It's not roasted almonds I'm smelling, but it comes pretty close to the waffle, almond, candied apple booth. The scent sweet, yes. But it's also cozy, gives a feeling of security. I also think I smell a hint of Koskos, the vanilla is nice. The march ends with fine sandalwood.
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