fahim mohammed
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Walking along this street one day
In the pretty month of May ( when else ! )
I saw a pretty lady carrying grapes
Held chest high, in a tray
She smiled. Bon Jour
Stranger that doth come my way
Would you like to taste my grapes
I swear I heard her say
I looked at my watch. There was no time to play.
I heard a voice in my ear.
Monsieur, it is time to pray.