You will always leave a bad taste in a man's mouth
if you are calling yourself his liberator
while cleaning out his refrigerator
and blowing up his stuff.
Were Minerva in her morning shroud
Not coiled beneath its light
Frenchmen would not be Parisians
They could only be Paris-ites
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