Poem -

Champs-Elysées

Champs-Elysées

I fly over the
Champs-Elysées

My wings falling apart
I care not 

My heart soul 
not apart..

I

permeate

exert

modulate

when 
flying over ..

the Champs-Elysées

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Richard Waters

Love visiting Paris and seeing the sights !  :)

Best wishes to you !

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Richard Waters

The city of romance and culture offers so much !!! 

It is a wonderful place to write of because it encourages so many to get involved in the arts and crafts !

So much good writing has been inspired by the city of charm and diversity.

Warmest wishes to you !  :)

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Bradford

Hey mark very beautiful.  Great write. Rock 

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Lucas Lazar

A night flight is always something exciting independently to the city, Paris, London, Madrid, Rome or Amstesdam, on a night flight killed John-John in the vicinity of Long Island, as pieces were made in the poem by Mark the wings of his plane and fell to the sea, with its accidental and premature death disappeared young magazine for executives and an ideal democratic candidate to direct the fate of North America for a while.

George magazine disappeared but instead arose another George.

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