Thursday, January 7, 2010

Ode to some Haricot Vert:

Aubergine...
No, with her I have no affair.
'Tis only with you,
Haricot.
What fair recompense your sweetness is,
I shan't forbear from proclaiming my love.
but i find myself wordless,
my mind and tongue clamped,
barred, shut from proper use,
like mole eyes,
sudden to the sun,
Comme le lapin, je m√Ęche
Le Sigh.

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