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55 The Jewel Paris, the jewel and pride of modernity This same Paris is the cradle of liberty; Such dream had by many a million To see her and die without mention Yet, she leaves mankind with much to desire With everything humaneness down in the mire For the West, primitiveness at work Tells the story why one would mock This jewel of the western mind At display of all that’s unkind. 22/07/10 Bitter Pill The subway swarmed with the world, Her eyes the red of her pants Streaming tears and helpless By they who cared less, In which blues she saw red While all whisked by her and sped I stopped to give a hug In hope I chased her pain away And heard her say, “My brother lay dying!” A wave through me echoing, “You’ll be all right!” Then I wiped her tears. They ran a chill, ...

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