A French Sojourn A
AN OBSERVATION
moribund and
spiritually dead,
in love with life,
to dejeuner wed;
A rite of passage
practique each day
all,and everything,stops
for two hours,come what may;
To worship at the altar
of fine food and drink,alas
a family communion,
taken sans mass
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