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France is so civilized - poem 10 - version 1
greenmantle

I've known all sorts of people,
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Jean Lamer outliving a windowpane shattering self- destructing house,
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always with ruffled hair, with china blue eyes,
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calling my dad '' émile my brother'',
 4
wailing when time was coming for taking leave;
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Lili, the untidy matelot, who had met ample-breasted Brigitte Bardot in his young days,
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also living in a derelict home,
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enjoying sprees and extendable drinks;
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Henri, my uncle, my father's brother,
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living in a dark room, not in a house,
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unmarried, unmatched, unhappy :
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don't tell anyone - it's a secret -  but he died of cirrhosis;
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there was also Germaine and Albert,
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she a talker, he a communist,
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casual drinkers
 15
living in a dwelling with uncared-for garden, rue jean jaurès.
 16
 
 
Once a little drunk,
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albert would start off on one of his political absurd monologue,
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contradicting someone he seemed to see whereas i didn't.
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Germaine all that while had kept on talking to my father or my mother,
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if she had agreed to come.
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1 Jun 07


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Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?
 — banditfemme

c'est un souvenir d'enfance, il y a bien longtemps mais les gens survivent
 — greenmantle

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