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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, 23 July 2008
A jumper from France
Ali is wearing a french jumper.
That is to say a jumper from france.
That is to say the jumper speaks French
but only to some people. Not to you, just to me.
Bonjour le jumper.
Bonjour mademoiselle.
Ca va bien?
Etc
That is to say a jumper from france.
That is to say the jumper speaks French
but only to some people. Not to you, just to me.
Bonjour le jumper.
Bonjour mademoiselle.
Ca va bien?
Etc
Saturday, 26 April 2008
Backstage (original)
Combing and combing and curling and crimping and caressing their long silky hair.
Rouged cheeks and whited faces.
Comb teeth glide and hands smooth hair.
Ribbed ribbons and blacked eyes decorating, with pearl beads and beads of sweat.
Combing and combing and curling and crimping the hair back from their faces.
Pinned into place.
The women are ready to dance.
Rouged cheeks and whited faces.
Comb teeth glide and hands smooth hair.
Ribbed ribbons and blacked eyes decorating, with pearl beads and beads of sweat.
Combing and combing and curling and crimping the hair back from their faces.
Pinned into place.
The women are ready to dance.
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