Paris, My grandmother Laura loved you,
adored you and visited you, every year.
Her second language was Francais,
after Espanol,
before Englais.
I hoped to visit the Sorbonne or Lycee
but I am at the Pacific Oak Tree,
studying for good.
I hope you kiss your Parisiennes for
me, I have no suitors like her.
I do know Madonna likes thee and I pray
she is well.
C'est la vie.
Friday, October 2, 2009
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there was a frenchman would be her beau, perhaps his name was gerard, but her children got in between
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