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About This Poem
I met mon cher
I met mon cher when just eighteen
He made me laugh and burst my spleen.
Somehow with him I was not shy
Youthful love is oh what a high!
Who knew culture would come between?!
C’est la vie! Life can be so mean
I know c’est vrai I was his queen.
Now I recall in tears and sigh –
I met mon cher.
My heart broke when he said good bye.
He’d introduced me to French bean!
His mom refused, he didn’t pry.
He couldn’t … and don’t ask me why.
And now it seems almost obscene
I met mon cher.
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