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A small island of the Dodecanese

Island folk seem so eager to appease

Unhurried life puts us firmly at ease

Gently blown by the soft Aegean breeze

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Archangel Michael of Panormitis

This monastery draws us, invites us

Somehow we acquire a monk to guide us

Lighting candles for those gone before us

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With neoclassical coloured houses

Gift Shops, some bars and quaint coffeehouses

Old men, waiter for the cooks, their spouses

Great food that strains the waist of my trousers

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Harbour water crystal clear, I spy fish

Much smaller than Sprat too small for the dish

Warm waters where we dangle feet, such bliss

And Turtles draw breath, as if with a kiss

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Million-pound yachts moor in this safe harbour

Some are purchased, yet others are chartered

Swimsuit girls lie like cruciform martyrs

But life will catch up and soon they'll scarper

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Onboard our ferry, we sail home to Rhodes

Certainly one of life's great episodes

I hope to return again soon by boat

Till then I've photos and my anecdotes