I'm a legionnaire, camel in disrepair, hoping for a Frigidaire to come passing by. I am on reprieve, lacking my joie de vivre, missing my gay Paree in this desert dry. And I wrote my girl, told her I would not return, I've terribly taken a turn for the worst now, I fear. It's been a year or more
since they shipped me to this foreign shore, fighting in a foreign war, so far away from my home.
If only some rain would fall on the houses and the boulevards and the sidewalk bagatelles (it's like a dream). With the roar of cars and the lolling of the cafe bars and the sweetly sleeping sweeping of the Seine.
Lord I don't know if I'll ever be back again.
Medicating in the sun with pinch doses of laudanum, longing for the old fecundity of my homeland. Curses to this mirage! A bottle of ancient shiraz! The smattering of distant applause is ringing in my poor ears. On the old left bank, my baby in a charabanc, riding up the width and length
of the Champs Elysee.
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