The Girl From France Poem by robert cooper

The Girl From France



the girl from France came walking in to the room
she was wearing a long black dress and her hair was up
she looked around at us sitting on the floor drinking from whisky bottlles
and then she joined us for a while
I didnt understand a single word she said
we stayed up all night talking
she left the next day

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