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The Cause Celebre
The Cause Celebre.
I felt it was fait accompli
that I would make a faux pas.
There would be something I didn’t see
and I would become her bête noire.
But I thought - Oh well – c’est la vie,
I had missed that je ne sais quoi
‘You never talk French to me!”
- her barbed coup de grace.
Sunday 5th May 2013 12:03 pm
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