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Story 198: At Nine

When I was nine, living on the river Rhine,
the whole world was mine. In the morn,
I'd arise feeling fine, usually to sunshine

filtering through poplar and pine. Then,
outside I'd go to pick grapes from the

vine, for which Dad always gave me a sip
of wine.

Often I'd grab my fishing line, or simply a

ball of twine, and with my sister sweet
Adeline, fish the salty brine.

Now fish was fine but we preferred to

dine on swine, bovine, or porcupine. In any
case, Dad always drank his moonshine in
his Alpine stein.