Francis Raven
Water Rendezvous

Iíve met you before with the water up to our waists.  You were talking about

quiches, about whether blue cheese was an appropriate ingredient for them.

I lost the urge to find out when I finally went home from being wet.  We met

again in another setting, but one also with water.  Yes, I remember it well,

it was a bathtub in Paris, with stout cute legs.  I tried to allow you to be

modest, but alas, it was a bathtub.  And now we meet again, rain coming

through the shine.  My page is always wet, but hopeful, for it is also never

empty.

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