Dixhuit huitres
Eighteen oysters, osseux de oiseau
Bones of birds
Des glaces degulass
Not a huge fan of that frivolous ice, is
The extent of my fucking french
A stack of puffs
Slurred to the boom of a latin sail, up
The river Seine against the wind.
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