I'm staring at the ketchup
but I've lost the words.
'Mon amis' I must leave again.
The razor sharp scent of
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For one delicious moment, I, too, escaped the reality of the ketchup bottle cluttered table at Mickey D's and floated free, having my toes tickled too! Loved this one! Can't wait to share it with my daughter who speaks lovely French!
local colors in poetry is splendid! This one is a little deeper for my slow mind to fathom but it amuses me that much. merci!