APPLIQUE DE PARISIAN
I am pretty much at home
in this world - like a fly
in honey or a peacenik in
Dacca. A million troubled
people in the thimble of a
hat. There's nothing to this
long blue sky but the foibles
of the truant. I re-arrange
ants on the table of mind.
'Comment t'aime-je?'
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