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Les Bulot
in my dream i am back at les bulot
cautiously probing the fish soup
afraid of trawling its depths and
finding myself hopelessly out of
my comfort zone wishing i had
opted for the sirloin steak
which you were now pushing
around your plate with the silver
cutlery making blood and cream and
the lissom pomme-frite mingle
sensually on the bone chine plate
and now you a...
Wednesday 4th November 2015 1:57 pm
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