They came into our lives
for a short time,
bright morning
strangers,
foreigners,
we did not know them,
they did not know us.
We talked,
sat down together,
ate a meal, drank wine,
did what people do.
We found we shared
similar experiences,
held equal values.
A barrier of language
dissolved with laughter,
despite the rain
they left as friends.
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This poem is politically incorrect. Do you never read the Murdoch press? A Frenchman