My next visit to the States came in February 1992. I had been living and working in London for just over a year and this was the first holiday I had taken since I had started work. It was a good vacation visitng and getting to meet the rest of Jenn's family. This visit strengthened a friendship that had remained strong despite the miles and being nearly three yers since we had seen each other.
What the visit did prove to me was the fact that I loved the American way of life.
How often we find
When painting pictures in our mind
The images idealize
Giving the reality a surprise
By creating a paradise
With so more extra spice
That it, itself can't
(And quite often daren't)
Compare. However, my dream
Does (for once) seem
To be approaching a truth
That despite being from my youth
The vision is clear,
Comparable to life, that, without fear
I can surely say:-
My dream is, the, U S of A.
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