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Picture Of ParisI think of Paris In the rain, Young at heart, And quite insane. Life was sparkle, Life was fun, Life had hardly, Yet begun. So much before, So much ahead. Now that picture of Paris, Hangs above our bed. Joy Weare. 26th September, 2004. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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