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Jun 16, 2008 12:36

i hear the frenchmen
tearing off the heads of their baggettes,
gnashing their teeth, sharpening their wits
to barrage at your door. they will woo and wow
as specatuclar as the 4th´s fireworks.

i love you in french
because someone already loves you in English.
my grammar is poor and does not express my
actual thoughts. after a month at sea, at broad,
(a broad?) somethings do not translate.

the frenchmen coo a crying baby to ease.
i cannot.
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