The "honey-mooners" dream! Romance, and so supreme! A trip to Paris, France! Per-chance to get a glance... Of what, so many save for--- Of what, so many crave for--- This "magical" oasis... Now wrought with angry faces! Burning buildings, mad catharsis... This place of so much bliss! Why am I so not surprised? Bout learning of this compromise? The "ugliness" is spreading fast Upon this earth "all regions" cast So much "un-rest" is evident!... From hatred of ones' president To civil, stately discontent So many now "hell-bent!" Just wonder where it's leading to... A better me, a better you?--- While Paris, France... Now seeks it's due.Birth sign: Pisces
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