Boulogne Poems - Poems about Boulogne

...Dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer I was dancing in Boulogne-Sur-Mer when a young woman stopped me, and said, “Madame, you are superbe.” She told me twice, Madame you are superbe But I didn’t......

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...No one seemed to take much note at first. Old-timers on park benches passed a comment or two, Somebody wrote a letter to the local rag, but no one (who mattered, that is) really seemed to mind. ......

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...L'Empéreur s'amuse (after Victor Hugo) For the banished ones, of stubborn resistance, France is far off. The tomb is near. But don’t worry, Prince. Enjoy your existence. In the Bois de Bou......

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...my paris begins with those early days as a conscious flaneur i recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty w......

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......my paris begins with those early days as as a conscious flaneur I recall the couple seated opposite me on the metro when i was still innocent of its labyrinthine complexity slim pretty white girl ......

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...Early days as a flaneur; I recall the couple On the Metro When I was still innocent Of its labyrinthine complexities; Slim pretty white girl, Clad head to toe In new blue denim, Wistfully......

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...VIRGIN OF BOIS de BOULOGNE (Monsieur L'Vampyre) Grace of the son of man, though gone from me still shines a beacon, far as I can see, and of the sins for which I pay all unforgiven, and will stay, My......

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