31 October 2008

she danced

I should have known it was all over, set in stone (my place in France and my amazing writing talent – ha! ..demonstrated by this eloquent style, rhyming the words ‘France’ ‘pants’ and ‘dance’) when at age 9, I wrote this poem:

There was a young girl of France
and all she would do is to
dance, she got her best pants
and was ready to dance
and she danced
and she danced and she danced.

It’s strangely foretelling..

In fact I think a lot of people still believe that’s all I did in my five-year stint in Paris, shopping and dancing.. (in my best pants bien sur)

And yes, in my best moments, I did do my fair share of both.

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