And there was Paris
In 73,
You
And she
With the fine eyes
And the figure
To die for,
(And many did
At least in their dreams
Or they hoped they did)
And you took her
Everywhere
That the city
Had to offer:
The Eiffel tower,
The Sacre-Coeur,
The Champs Elysées,
Notre Dame,
And the bars,
And the way she sat
With her legs showing
More than they ought
To passers by,
And you shy,
Wanting her
To be less showy,
Less loud,
But that was she,
What she was
And she never lied,
Not even
When her last day came
And she died.
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A good write.
Lots of unanswered questions left after reading this. Lots of mystery. That's half the pleasure--the wondering.
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Thank you for your feedback, Patrick.
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