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Paris in the the spring

Paris in the the spring

The writers and painters went to Paris in a room,
didn't know that they'd be famous any time soon;
I imagined myself like them only well known now,
those days of winter meals forgotten anyhow.

Perhaps Van Gogh and Gaugin would play cards,
laughing that I dreamed of being like the bards,
Maugahm would chastise me for being lazy,
but at least like VG I was nowhere near crazy.

Someone went passed a window ciil, what the heck,
of course, I should have known, it was Toulouse Lautrec,
painting all those dancers with hardly any clothes,
why couldn't he paint someone in a simple pose.

Henry Miller and I cobbled together Capricorn and Cancer,
I said that you can be famous without my usual rancour.

 

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Pratibha Savani

Love this Terry especially how you mentioned famous artist within your dreamy piece of hanging out with them!! Would have been interesting meeting these creative people. I would like to meet Van Gogh, picasso, Matisse, Mondrian, Monet, Tessler, Einstein but I know there are others! 
Brilliant write. Px ?
 

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Terry Reeves

Thanks so much P.
Good luck with your book!
Love,
T.
x

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Pratibha Savani

Thank you Terry. You will hear about on here once it is out ?

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