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The London Journalism HouseA pile of old to modern scrambled papers, all stamped with the same bold faced red letters reading REJECT adorns the top of an odd and antiquated file cabinet and stained carpet flooring of Monsieur Boulevardier’s office and living room. One of several rooms in his building that are painted the same leaf green colour on the walls and croquetted with the same squishy carpeting of a fermented red colour. His kitchen and bathroom had white tiling that was chipped around the edges of the room, especially around the door; which swelled and shrank with each season and often looked more like the dilapidated top of a mushroom than a door. FurnishingThe London Journalism House
by ~PiccoTito
La JoieLa joie donne a votre coeur un beau rhythme, et quand la musique joue la joie fait bouger vos pieds. La joie me fait sourire. La joie me fait rire. La joie est la seule chose que j'aie toujours.La Joie
translation:
Joy gives your heart a beautiful beat,
and when the music plays you moves your feet. Joy makes me smile. Joy makes me laugh. Joy is the only thing I'll always have.
by ~PiccoTito
Paper AmusementYvette, Odette, and Baguette Buerre Shared a bench, these little soeurs With toys and crafts a-scattered were Napping on a blanket of teddy fur.Paper Amusement
Yvette, she was the first to wake. "A game," she uttered, "we must take Some paper and a sailboat make To push, to skim upon the lake."
"Odette," she cried, "and Baguette too, I've thought of something fun to do, Get up, you sleepy-heads, oh you, The sun's aglitter, so skip-to-my-loo."
"My darling," Baguette yawned a sound, "D'accord! My feet are on the ground, Ok!" She pulled Odette around
by ~PiccoTito
IfIf I had legs I would run like the rain does off the rusted tin paths on the roofs, where doves lay cooing their bittersweet bane.If
If I had a voice I'd sing swirls like the air makes of leaves that float down from the trees, to settle as a damp cloak of goldenrod butterflies; their beautiful husks fall to dust as I stare.
If I had two eyes I would watch like the predator watches his prey gently tiptoeing nearer, a lesson in patience and a lesson in life; nothing is quite what it seems- for even the predator can become the prey; the young buck knows just what
by ~PiccoTito
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