Found Poem #1

Regret

I'm so sorry

Claire

my heart

is shattering

like delicate

porcelein in

the hands of

the evil Mao.

(Location: 326 Rue Saint Honoré)

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While wandering the streets of Paris I've come across street art and wonderful moments of poetry in public spaces. I want to share my findings with you, dearies.

Now, where do I start with this found poem? OK, maybe it's just me, but I don't equate romance with Chairman Mao. Dude, maybe that's why Claire's not that into you anymore...

Stay tuned for more!

Thanks.

G