In Argos
By kostasAu
Argos:The town never without a soul The town never the soul without At night the policemen come out armed. But, in the early hours, the teenagers, going home drunk from the tavernas, are not scared to cut oranges from the trees of the square to play ball with, between spread out tables, exchanging curses with tired lorry drivers speeding to make it to the market in time. Later, the date comes that many leave, some for studies others to join the army. The lucky ones will return only for holidays. http://www.btintrnet.com/~kostas.hrisos Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 02:34 AM PST 0 • 10
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