Trip of Giants - Christchurch

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The morning..

The chill breath of morning air
Scraping gravel of wood wheels and a crash into a lamp post
So cold! Yet merry faces pulling ropes to steer.
Grey passes overhead. Does not dispell the cheer.

-and a cold..
Heavy nose, pressure. Hot eyes and a cold.
The warmth of the room relieves the symptoms for a while.
The head lightens, but still the threat awaits:
of a heavier head, head sore, headache.

-to South City..
Now to the bright lights, noise of shoppers shopping and children chiding
Playing happily amidst the smells of hot bread and fresh coffee.
A face from long ago appears: Maria
Young son Flynn, energetic, family face familiar.

Toy Story 3d..
The cowboy reaches out of the screen
Magic, unbelievable, this can never be real.
Strawberry scented bear evil personified.
Yet so huggable, soft, Lotso should be deified.

the Lone Star..
Roadrunners, Deputy Dogs, Anguses and Love Stacks.
Sweet cloying Margherita chases a bourbon and coke
Long cokes followed by icecreams, and the only place Aaron would be seen ordering a Sexy beast.
Dim lighting, plethora of indians and the wild west, and oh what a feast.

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