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Paris

In a small Parisian café on the
west bank of the Seine,
I slowly sipped a glass of red
wine and listen to Edith Piaf sing.

The time, the place,
the spring of my life,
and the charm of
Paris at night.

Life was young,
time stood still and
everything was a thrill.

What a lovely sight.
The Eiffel tower shining
bright in the Paris night.

The barges slowly moving
on on the Seine,
the statues on the rue,
lovers walking hand in
hand, two by two.

The city of lights was
mine for a short time.
The year was nineteen fifty-two,
and I shall remember those
days until my time comes due.
  
Oh! Paris…
how I miss you,
and that wonderous time
of nineteen fifty-two.




Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2002





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