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Bar des Sports, Charly-sur-Marne
A murky bar-room full of shade
a sports fan full of flaming life
laughter shouting windmill arms
flying hands that whistle past my nose and smash
all of the glasses standing on the zinc
He tells me of another Englishman
who fished the Marne and caught a giant carp
then died at thirty-six- a crise de coeur
But not the one for whom the flowers fade
fixed to railings high above the flood
where Marne in winter swells the ranks of those
who annually cure their woes for good
Best live your life as fully as you can
The end arrives much sooner than you think
We both agree my rasta friend and I
I think he surely does it to be fair
I think I'm going to try