Old Vintage

Yes, a Spirit of the past.

Her number tells me so

Born in the flow of the Garonne

Still, quite hot that year

In Paris many perished

Unprepared for breathless heat

Still, the scent of moist evenings

And the warmth of those days

Swirls in the glassy

brown eyes of the young serveuse


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