FRENCH TWIST
Guilty pleasures sweep my feet
From where I thought we'd meet.
All the way from flirter's flat
To rendezvous inside your hat.
Soft the swirl in twists of French,
Your hair on some Parisian bench,
A fall of grace across my arm,
A talisman, a lucky charm!
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org #7
Rhyming Couplets
Sunday, November 7, 2010
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