Al and Cat met in Paris
they ate some horse and
crepes and strawberries
near Jim Morrison's grave
In the Metro many men were
pissing on Willie Nelson post-
ers but not on Francis Cabrel
Cat knew a chick with a friend
They were dancers and they
loved sliding upon the pole
after hashish and vino, there
were two smiling happy poles.
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