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PARIS I LOVE YOU
sitting at a pavement table
of a Turkish cafe
near the Gare de L'est
I feel myself hunched
like a dishevelled pigeon
over lunch
the waiter asks
for our order
naturally in French
"parlez vous anglais?"
he enquires if we're dutch...
or possibly deutsch?
it doesn't matter much...
of a Turkish cafe
near the Gare de L'est
I feel myself hunched
like a dishevelled pigeon
over lunch
the waiter asks
for our order
naturally in French
"parlez vous anglais?"
he enquires if we're dutch...
or possibly deutsch?
it doesn't matter much...
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