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Paris is this: A comedian on the street an accordion that empties it"s songs on the Seine ... Summer is in the square, From La Concorde or anywhere, and the boulevards crowded with cars rolling ... On the table bottle fine wine ! On the street beggars to controversy the politics everywhere ... They are always : in train to discuss ...! A decadent painter paints a unique bleu sky, two skinny italian Chanel parade on the sidewalk.... In the alley life is bucolic and in a coffee Piaf singing ... on modernity one Voulzy repeats"Milady" without ceasing ... The city is Paris all over places ... latin quarter or Montmartre only breathes love there ... not it's just lust from bas fond or bar tabac: The CAN CAN joy of evolving legs emotion ... even gives compulsion of venturing around loving it .. ah! Paris mon amour ... when I'll be with you over again ... when you will enchant another time ...!

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Date: 9/2/2019 8:00:00 PM
Ah oui so true. Such truthful poetry Alkas. Don't forget the city of Pere Lachaise or the city of the other dead; the catacombs. The history is also the herstory of many many more. Wonderful wording Alkas. Reading your next is always the best.
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