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She laughed each time he asked her name
Made promises to meet again
But something happened, when she heard him laughing,
She saw the dimples first and then heard the accent.
She took his hand through winding roads and led him home
Some red French wine when later waking,
She enjoyed walking Camden Market in the afternoon
In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair.
Show her a gray sky, a rainy cab ride.
And so they found a room that rainy morning.
Like a child when your eyes meet, darling, she fancies you
But her friends down at the French cafe
Had no English words for him
So he took her back to Highgate, met all of his best mates
Three silver rings on slim hands waiting
Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn
So all the rumors are true
French girl loves a London boy
Boy, she fancies you
// f.k. [mod.] (23:42)
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The Fabled Flamingo
Short Story"It's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. My words speak straight to the core but my absence will leave you speechless." ― Nikki Rowe _________________ Sometimes, when it's brittle and cold outside and our insides are craving warmth...
