We agreed to meet in Troisvierges
Since it was roughly in the middle
The wind was a motherfucker
It only rained when we went outside
The Auberge wasn't serving Indian after all
Back on the bus we tried to imagine
Where the other animals had gone
What else could go wrong
And who we might nominate
To be the two other virgins --
Yet another hopeless cause
It was a question of age
As is always the case
The answers lay with Agnes Varda
As is always the case
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