This town has my horse on a stick
That rides to a destination
Off course to a town called Flix.
When I think "Spain,"
I think parties.
Lots of them!
Dancing and olaying
With jewels lit... beautifully
A switch.
I've never been before
For one who loves to trip.
It makes my mouth water
Just from watching,
But tricks.
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The imagery of a horse on a stick heading off course to a town called Flix captures a sense of playful adventure.