my last flat in Paris had a secret garden
it took me weeks to find the entrance
~it was via "l'ecole de rire"
then I could sit and watch
the strange and fanciful t'ai chi classes
with twirly hands, the garden birds and fish,
and see the crocodile of monks disappear
back through their secret door in the garden shed
it took me weeks to find the entrance
~it was via "l'ecole de rire"
then I could sit and watch
the strange and fanciful t'ai chi classes
with twirly hands, the garden birds and fish,
and see the crocodile of monks disappear
back through their secret door in the garden shed
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