Florent Poem by robert dickerson

Florent



Florent, Florent,
that it should pass,
your manic grin,
alas, alas
Florent, Florent
then so now-now so then
Florent, Florent
to a boy from Astoria a
pretty good restaurant:
Florent
sic transit Gloria.

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