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Comments about Poppy Scarlett
'Parisian food is to die for' - you wrote.
'Even the rain tastes of fine château wine.
I am poisoning myself in style.
Boring does not exist here.
Paris is utterly divine and the company sublime.
May my journey never end.
Love and all that stuff
Write again soon.
From me; the travelling man'!
A hastily scribbled postcard written on some
Stop over along the way.
No, wish you were here -
You utterly selfish sod!
Removing my hands from the washing up bowl
I began to wonder if I had invented you.