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I actually wrote this for Paris Hilton - But wrote it so well that people would think it's about Paris, France and not know it's secretly for Paris Hilton . People who had visisted Paris, France read this and remarked what a great poem I had written. Well, now it's out due to the unfair, unjust manner Paris is handled which can certainly jeopardize her life, health and mental state of mind. It's ridiculous she is forced to endure this.

The Social Spontaneity of Paris

People love her.

Adore her.

She's sophisticated fashion

-no matter what side-

A blue bicyclette

Two bouncing balls

She's beautiful.

See how she sparkles.

What light, what brilliant light.

A warm entry -

And, how you never forget

being inside of her pulsating walls.

She makes you want to come

time & time again and stay forever.

Down where the river flows and

music exudes passion for life -

She is art, history & the future.

Like a hangover I can't forget.

Scenes of her in motion.

I love her everyday life.

I write poetry watching it.

I even admire her shadows

where famous people lie.

How I long to give her my best

strides and watch her glow in

the seductive night of her ways.

Back and forth, side to side,

up and down, on the outskirts,

deep inside and all around -

I like the sounds I hear when

in Paris - Social spontaneity

like an heiress at her best.

She grooms my American eyes.

I feel French eating brie and a

baguette by the fountain head.

Best of the Roses,

John French mystrawhat.com

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January 3, 2007 3:38 a.m.

Date:	Sat Jun 09 2007 12:00AM PDT)
From:	"John French" <mosshead7@yahoo.com>
Subject:	Dedicated to Paris Hilton
To:	lipsandears@foxnews.com, showbiztonight@cnn.com, letters@nypost.com
I actually wrote this for Paris Hilton - But wrote it so well that people would think it's about Paris, France and not know it's secretly for Paris Hilton . People who had visisted Paris, France read this and remarked what a great poem I had written. Well, now it's out due to the unfair, unjust manner Paris is handled which can certainly jeopardize her life, health and mental state of mind. It's ridiculous she is forced to endure this. The Social Spontaneity of Paris People love her. Adore her. She's sophisticated fashion -no matter what side- A blue bicyclette & Two bouncing balls She's beautiful. See how she sparkles. What light, what brilliant light. A warm entry - And, how you never forget being inside of her pulsating walls. She makes you want to come time & time again and stay forever. Down where the river flows and music exudes passion for life - She is art, history & the future. Like a hangover I can't forget. Scenes of her in motion. I love her everyday life. I write poetry watching it. I even admire her shadows where famous people lie. How I long to give her my best strides and watch her glow in the seductive night of her ways. Back and forth, side to side, up and down, on the outskirts, deep inside and all around - I like the sounds I hear when in Paris - Social spontaneity like an heiress at her best. She grooms my American eyes. I feel French eating brie and a baguette by the fountain head. Best of the Roses, John French mystrawhat.com http://www.mystrawhat.com MySpace URL http://www.myspace.com/112226092 January 3, 2007 3:38 a.m.
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