poetspulpit |
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Joined: 13 Feb 2005 |
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It is by no means a coincidence that you found me here, in Paris, on this cold and blustery afternoon. Take me with you: shame me, share me, shout me, sell me — shove me in your pocket. Do what you want with me, so long as you never forget my name.
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