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Chante, Mon Gars

Date Written: October 17, 2017

Chante!  Chante!

Like the crowd’s behind you.

Chante!  Chante!

Not all your notes are broken.


The Bard, he was illiterate,

And Homer was a thousand men.


Baie!  Baie!

Let your trash-can’s flame rise open


2 comments on “Chante, Mon Gars”

  1. sunburned     October 17, 2017

    Different, flowing

  2. Anonyma Magnifique     October 17, 2017

    …your poem creates a mysterious interlude…with Shakespeare and Homer, yes I believe she knows dude…!! 5 espressos..!! 🙂

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