big knitted toques
a grizzily face chomping down hard on a smoke
a pair of spoons clacked together
a bent toe work boot
one scabby hockey stick alllll taped up
clunking "cups" hung on a spike
maple syrup poured on the snow.....long and steamy smoke
one fiddle..never a violin...never...
Hockey night theme
Mon Oncle Antoine
speaking cereal box french
Trudeaus sass
Stanfield underwear
that quiet grin at a Yankee gaff
Canadian content
eh?
Tim Hortons
Hudson's Bay well........once upon a time at least
our stubby bottles
Lucky Lager I remember
graveyard shift
Canadian Rye
Porridge
cocoa and pancakes and poutine
taking shoes off when you come inside
Loonies and toonies
the rocks and trees and rocks and trees and rock and trees and rocks and trees...and water
Gordon Lightfoot,The Rankins and Stompin' Tom Connors
Annie, Rita, Celine, and Burton and BTO.
These things folded into folded into folded into....
I think this cake tastes of maple.
Just streams of consciousness my friends.
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