He has coffee on the veranda,
looking out at the skärgård,
or Mälaren, he isn't sure,
but he appreciates the two boats
nagivating the craggy maze
waving at him with their sails.
After coffee, he takes a walk
with today's new lies;
yes, he likes to fish; and
he buys both kinds of butter,
because sometimes he cooks,
and sometimes he bakes.
He thinks it sounds profound.
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