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Poetry Reading Sonnet

The Poetry Reading a Sonnet
We stayed at a small hotel only brick throw away from one 
of Paris’s famous hotel where British MP’s let themselves 
be bribed just to stay there for a weekend with a cohort. 
I was to read poetry and naturally petrified of the thought 
of reading in public, but with the help of whisky was able to 
perform, use a Richard Burton voice, with Norwegian accent.
Poetry is a lonely craft and when poets meet much alcohol is 
consumed and for once we feel it is our work is worthwhile. 

My wife was not there she was visiting her family, rich people 
who lived in the heart of Paris, rue Salazar, and I had to find 
my own way back to the hotel and promptly fell and I woke 
Up in the hospital. Two days I was kept there, my wife came
but not her family it appears my dislike of Israel and Zionism 
has hit a raw nerve, but they sent me a card with grapes on.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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