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When in France
The wet wind blew As I feared it would, A black cat followed us Down to the sea. The black cat snuggled between our legs Then hissed at you and me. Later, on the train, jambon snuggled next to la beurre. The yellow vests marched As I thought they might The red vests followed Like day after night...
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