I'm not Maurice's niece,
but I am French like he.
I painted the Eiffel tower,
where he was born,
He is happy too too bad he's gone.
I could have been in a movie
with him,
He would sing
'Wonderful Things'.
Like "Thank Heaven For Little Girls"
Thank you Maurice, you're the
Sweetest Frenchmen in the world.
Now, he is in a photo at piano
they were going to be in
a movie together I thought
you should know.
Now we have
movies, photos and songs,
to play day or all night long.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Suzae Chevalier
updated on January 4,2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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