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 CHUTES DE NEIGE
The snowflakes fall throughout a winter's night
each one its own, a personality,
to make all Paris dressed and black and white
and hiding all the shrub and greenery;
the quiet of the early morning dawn
is reminiscent of another age
forgotten by a world dependent on
what's in the hand, or written on the page.
All too soon life begins the daily song
as traffic picks up, shortened tempers flare
and morning sun helps life to come along
and out of dreams the snow's left laying there.
The dirty water, from the melted snow
seeks out the Seine, where all waste waters flow.
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