Saika Pierre

Paris - Poem by Saika Pierre

The city of magic
The city of love
The Eiffel Tower
The Arc of Triumphe
If a man gets sick of Paris he gets sick of life and beaty
Bleed out your beauty

Comments about Paris by Saika Pierre

  • Rookie Luscious Larry (12/28/2012 1:49:00 PM)

    Paris is stinky. I wrestled there one time. People smoke a lot. Great poem! Use deoderant Paris people! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 26, 2012

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