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My pear are so
Delightful, I must speak now
With a fake French accent

And say, oui oui
Come come
The time is ripe

To peel away the pretense
And taste the sweet aperitif
To everlasting

Joie de vivre.


(Previously published in The Short North Gazette, Nov.2000)

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