As a (primarily) poet, I’m not all that sure what goes on over there in Frankfurt once a year, but in my mind it involves annually rescuing Hansel und Gretel from a candy house and washing down massive sausages with steins of beer big enough to raise a family in. Like the video below, but with more agents. I suspect I’m not that far off. Let me check with Michael at the Literary Saloon. Nope.
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