She's So ParisA Poem by Doug
I see in sepia tones. She smokes like a flapper From the ‘20s. There’s a shimmer in her eye shadow While the smoke slowly creeps Out of her mouth. She’s so French standing In this autumn park. The leaves are rain soaked As we stand hearing shutter clicks. © 2008 DougReviews
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