whether blue or gray be her skies...
Whether loud be her cheers or soft be her tears,
more and more do I realize:
I love Paris in the springtime.
I love Paris in the fall.
I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,
I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles.
I love Paris every moment,
every moment of the year.
I love Paris.
Why, oh why do I love Paris?
Because my love is near.
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Just got back from a wonderful week in Paris and am feeling a wee bit self-indulgent and depressed. (The food! The architecture! The lack of GOP presidential debates!) As soon as I get over my jet lag and catch up with work will get back to regularly posting.
Sigh....
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