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  77.     

Home

I looked for a place I could call home in the United Kingdom, I searched from Glasgow to Bristol but didn't accomplish my goal. At first I was concerned that my failure would become a problem, but then I managed to bring my anxieties under control. I scoured for a place to call my own in the French empire, I explored from Paris to Nice but my search sadly did not cease. I thought that that which I wanted was not for me to acquire, but with time I found that my optimism started to increase. I hunted for a quaint place to live within Germany's frontier. I roamed from Hamburg to Munich while unable to make a pick. For a while I was miserable since my future was unclear, but I was determined to find somewhere that wasn't prosaic. I decided to claim some land and then make my own dominion, with the hope of filling it with beauty which elsewhere can't be found, all without ever having to ask for another's opinion, however I had to give up as the troubles faced were abound.
 
Christian Lacdael

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A Delivery Van

In the middle of the intersection of the Rue de Seine & the Rue de Buci a van stops & the driver, taking his sweet time despite the pile up of traffic, loads several cases of bottles onto his trolley & wheels them into the Bar du Marche. About twenty sheep (a flock of sheep in the middle of Paris?) moving slowly up the Rue de Buci, approach the van & clamber into its open side door, & the shepherd, slamming the door shut, sits down at a table & orders a cafι express which is brought by a surly waiter a few moments later, the van driving off with a load of bleating sheep, this incident similar in many respects to the one I encountered last night at 11:30 in the Pigalle Metro station trying to catch the last train home – a herd of Texan long horn cattle completely filling the platform, impossible to get near the train when it stopped, had to walk home.
 
Philip Hammial

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Without You

Its thunder of memories, its shower of highlights n moon light sunshine. & where are you my little angle. I tried something thats without you nothing.. m the woody, d m nastyee.. But thats all false regulatiφn. You past you the present.u them surface of ma paris kingdom.broken dreams, ready thoughts, carnival of sweet asks. You the shonya, you the monya for ma high show. Road clear there the taxi. N m waiting christmaz lightning.smile cup, your coffee and our celebrations.these the promises waiting for completionnnnn..of ma double smile.. Once again 4 time i wan share ma memoriess. For surprise smile..
 
YSK Moon

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A Cup Of Coffee

Don't you buy a hat, a Paris model
Camouflage to say disaster
Of a bowler gin, with two or three
Genre to
avoid all squash
Feathers would not conceal
Shag your toes to the hips
I invite you to a cup of coffee, if you want to
share time with me
A big latte, an espresso or an tea
What would you like
An afternoon in a Paris Cafe, a warm cup of
Coffee
Pambelam, be babe, pambelam, be babe, pambelam
Evil, when the tears floated for that guy, for
the lipsticks, would you try,
Sick, when the tears floated for that guy, for
the lipsticks, would you try,
Pambelam, shag, shag, shag, pambelam
An afternoon in a Paris Cafe and enjoy a warm
cup of Coffee, and joy in a warm cup of coffee
A three-course meal will stand on the table when
you come home and start a new life,
Even if it hurts, you've got a wear, that fits
with your lipstick and a candlelight dinner
When you come home and try an afternoon, an
afternoon in a Paris Cafe, drink a warm Cup Of Coffee.
 
Pierre Rausch

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