'I'am angular 'she said,
leaning forward,
her shape and poise like some statuesque work of art.
Her movement and conversation finding many points of view.
Angular?
Yea!
arn't diamonds.
This Poem was in response to a comment made,
by a beautifulfrench canadian woman in a wine bar,
I boiled it down to just a few words..
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I would like to translate this poem