Private viewings in The City of Light

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All those bloody gargoyles in Paris.

We’d traipsed from Saint-Denis to Saint-Germain

and every gallery in-between


Rodin, Napoleon, Marie Antoinette

I was artistically exhausted,

as she roamed Lafayette.


But when evening fell and we veiled the lights

the finest arts,

were our delights.



◄ I see you everywhere

Hotel Harvest ►


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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 13th Apr 2017 19:19

Hey thanks chaps,

I could never have too much of Paris, as long as the night eventually falls.

Love to all,


PS...looking forward to your recordings Ray.

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Martin Elder

Thu 13th Apr 2017 09:42

Love it David , the imagery is so clear in this poem, from the boredom of gargoyles and galleries to the desire of night.

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Wed 12th Apr 2017 23:03

Naughty but very nice David. The bedtime story voice had just the right wearisome tone , but it was the silence afterwards that really got to me.


ps I've just bought a voice recorder, so watch this space!

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