The Hunch
I have a hunch all the time in my mind
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Le
Frenchwall, frenchwall
why do you haunt the
everywhere I go?
I thought I would paint you
and then I would lose you
to another painted beau.
Tis not so,
the clouds they show
that walls they do not cease
to be of
le Français
.
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