“I love e.e. cummings,”
She said.
“He loved the French whores,”
She said.
“That’s understandable,”
I said.
“After all, they were French,”
I said.
“He was in a prison camp, you know,”
I said.
“A French P.O.W. camp,”
I said.
“I know,”
She said.
“He loved the French whores.”
She said.
We drank our wine
And stared into the night.
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