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Created on: February 28, 2009
Erasmus Year
She breathed the smells,
Of Paris
Oil floating on the Seine,
And rose petals, from
The gardens of, Notre Dame
And she sipped her Starbucks
Coffee and she read her Artaud
And she thought of home and
Missed it,
Not at all
Erasmus year
In Paris
Attached to the Sorbonne
She grows her independence
In the spirit of French May'
Whilst home in native Bournemouth
On Enterprise Way, her mother,
Cleans offices,
Missing her daughter, as if
In grief
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