Je soupçonne,
I suspect,
that our Nob Hill
en France est Hauteville,
Uptown.
Je lop the Nob,
Je décapite le Haute.
For the mists of October-November,
Napoleon named a month Brumaire.
I was reminded of that
by April-May Victorian air.
Come Victoria's Revolution,
A month might be named
Woodsmoke down there.
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