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Purply-Blue

A roving couple, Parisian drifters,
Are speaking songs in tempo, tune,
Each sparkly note all purply-blue.

They are the envy of each scanning eye,
The jealousy of every young anyone,
For they sit silent, caught captured, undone.

—Though, not by some such gendarmerie,
Nor by the meandering, nomadic police

Or by the Brit’s justice of the peace—
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Dawn Fuzan 14 May 2014

Jonzo I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing

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Landrey 19 March 2007

dude, it's perusian.

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