Carl XVI Gustaf
The King is a comrade
thinking, feeling
The King consoles
At eighty
he is a warmth in me
He balances the land
Bob Dylan & the King
walking beside me
all these years
A prose poem
in Thought for the Day
– and suddenly,
tears
Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin
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Written on 2026-04-30 at 09:07
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