She pulled on up upon her bicycle, willing to wax crazy lyrical, a smile like I’ve never seen before
Floored me, entirely
Even if I may not ever get to see her again seems I really don’t care
Because these particularly peculiar memories are just amazing – all too cliche second-to-none
A French girl with a frightfully Spanish appetite, we ate and laughed all of the night long – in between a thing or two, of course
Had me hoarse by the very end, dependent upon my flight catching some kind of previous fire before ever getting to reach my port of call
Overboard, perhaps? Who knows…
We all fall and, trust me, I fell with the best of them

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