There is a bridge, over the greenish river, that is full of forgotten locks.
The couples, being romantic, put them there, by the Notre dame,
and to the river they throw the key.
There are locks that are ornate,
There are plastic bags that degrade and are fast away.
Tokens of one night stands, or improvisations made in haste.
Yet the true romantics are the ones that never loose hope.
Sadly, the municipality cuts the lock away, and this is one of the main reason of the increased rates of divorces in the world. Or at least I would like it to be.
The couples, being romantic, put them there, by the Notre dame,
and to the river they throw the key.
There are locks that are ornate,There are plastic bags that degrade and are fast away.
Tokens of one night stands, or improvisations made in haste.
Yet the true romantics are the ones that never loose hope.
Sadly, the municipality cuts the lock away, and this is one of the main reason of the increased rates of divorces in the world. Or at least I would like it to be.
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So why on Earth this does not annoy me as "modern art" does? No fraking idea.
So why on Earth this does not annoy me as "modern art" does? No fraking idea.
1 comment:
The last two posts show me that you evolved in a very interesting way regarding your thoughts.
Your humor is now self-admiting and this is good, but you need more people interaction. Keep up the good work.
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