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Poetry

Herman the German

 25 cents was all it took and i was off , off to relive one of the most inspiring of olmanson traditions , how vividly i remember the old days, it was only a nickel then, a mere five pennies and off we would go, climbing the cast iron steps, taking care to use each one, we had paid for them, pushing anyone who needed it- scrambling up and through the gapping hole in the ceiling, stepping out on to the small Arial slab hundreds of feet up, higher that the trees, n better than a postcard,. the wind- drove unhindered into our ears and nose and mouth, causing the panic induced awe we expected - s'what we'd gave the nickle for

by Justin Olmanson

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