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into the second cut, the deep stuff
in some french seaside blue red and white water crashing
it’s a cold sounding crash, not like key west crashing
look around and all you see is gray today
some wine and bread to go along
with supper on the wobbly wood table papa made years ago she says
a foreboding gusty wind straight outta paris
blowing through the gaps in the wooden walls
I could use some hot cafe au lait
Marie says oui and brings me some in a cracked cup
on a cracked gap-toothed plate
good though - mighty good
lights flicker on and off, light some candles
power can be so unreliable around here
two cats and a couple of dogs and some chickens
share the barnyard nobody’s the landlord
country living agreeing with this child
gray stone walls 13th century church
old spirits keep a watchful eye
croissants and brie in the morning
a walk down dirt roads birds singing alouetta
