Pastis Poems - Poems about Pastis

...I awaken; the darkened skies my alarm clock I reek of whiskey, scotch and pastis Tumbling out of bed, I reach for a cigarette The dusk harkens as I rise to ply my trade I am embodied inside a one ro......

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...Ghost of Le Moulin Between Fabrezan to Tournasay where the cruel Cers wind blows, Lie’s maison le Moulin amongst the wine groves. Every year on certain night you can hear a child call......

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