Paris
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Eliza Coote-brady, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2015
Paris
The smell of pastry fills the air
Jumping birds tweet and people chatter
As women walk past with high heels they wear
My! My stomach starts to patter
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As I stroll down the vintage streets
People begin to shout “Bonjour!”
Who knew that everyone would be so sweet?
I think as the rain starts to pour
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I screech “Taxi!” and the chauffeur ignores
Then I see the Tower, with the sun glistening through,
It’s called the Eiffel as I stare in awe
The French are lucky for this spectacular view
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