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November Poem Paris Wait For Me Paris wait for me, I come to sit on the sidewalk of a shaded café on the square of a neighborhood aged, tranquil almost forgotten. There is peace, slow service. I can read a book without being told: “we are very busy” suggesting that I leave. That is quite awkward but one expects it. I want to breathe the air of the morning, to have a coffee to revive me first, to say hello to customers one knows daily courteous and cheerful without ever speaking. Paris wait for me, I share life with pensioners from the area, a life of leisure to chatter, to read, write, to see time pass. Marcel Toussaint © 2013
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 07:29:59 +0000

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