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Course, I haven't posted the other two..gotta find em first! My lord sovereign King Louis XIV, to Whom I take pen in hand to Announce the news, We're here. Now where it's hard to tell. But insects are attacking daily And your ship has gone to hell. My genius French helmsman Has informed me we are stuck. We left our luck in Canada With that rotten govenor. I wish I were back at Versailles Courting those fair belle femmes. Instead, I'm stranded on a sandbar Choking on swamp stagnant air. Damned helmsman. The lace on ... View All

Course, I haven't posted the other two..gotta find em first! My lord sovereign King Louis XIV, to Whom I take pen in hand to Announce the news, We're here. Now where it's hard to tell. But insects are attacking daily And your ship has gone to hell. My genius French helmsman Has informed me we are stuck. We left our luck in Canada With that rotten govenor. I wish I were back at Versailles Courting those fair belle femmes. Instead, I'm stranded on a sandbar Choking on swamp stagnant air. Damned helmsman. The lace on my cuffs has drooped. Our snuff is full of gnats. We've tried salvaging our sinking Ship. But our food is gone. We need the rats. Ah yes, my dear king, we're floating Down south Out in this glorious spring weather. Our driftwood has stayed together Despite this rising river. And it's raining. On me. Robert Cavelier Sieur de La Salle (partial part of entire poem) The other two are in a bag in the car. This entire 'letter poem' won the Grand Prize of all colleges in the state of La. when I was 19....had to do research on ole Robert, though. Like, what the hell was a lacey French Courtier doing in the swamps of La. and his reactions to it....research made this poem come alive with possibilities! Grandma...yep! He thought he'd go a'roamin, and found out ultra-quick about the humidity, bugs, and vagaries of the Mighty Mississipp! Close All

Carrying still the dewy rose 2 for which she's bound to payment, Beauty goes 3 trembling through the gruesome wood: 4 small comfort to her that she's meek and good. 5 A branch cracks, and the beast appears: 6 she sees the fangs, the eyes, the bristly ears, 7 stifles a scream, and smooths her dress; 8 but his concern is for his own distress. 9 He lays his muzzle on her hand, 10 says 'Pity me!' and 'Can you understand? 11 Be kind!' And then goes on to praise 12 her pretty features and her gentle ways ... View All

Carrying still the dewy rose 2 for which she's bound to payment, Beauty goes 3 trembling through the gruesome wood: 4 small comfort to her that she's meek and good. 5 A branch cracks, and the beast appears: 6 she sees the fangs, the eyes, the bristly ears, 7 stifles a scream, and smooths her dress; 8 but his concern is for his own distress. 9 He lays his muzzle on her hand, 10 says 'Pity me!' and 'Can you understand? 11 Be kind!' And then goes on to praise 12 her pretty features and her gentle ways. 13 Beauty inclines a modest ear, 14 hears what she has decided she should hear, 15 and with no thought to ask 'What then?' 16 follows the creature to his hairy den. 17 The beast, like any hero, knows 18 sweet talk can lead him to la belle chose thanks Close All

Dame souris trotte, Paul verlaine : Dame souri trotte Noire dans le gris du soir, Dame souris trote Grise dans le noir. On sonne la cloche, Dormez les bons prisoniers ! On sonne la cloche : Faut que vous dormier. Pas de mauvais rêve, Ne pensez qu'à vos amours. Pas de mauvais rêve : Les belle toujours ! Le grand kler de lune ! On ronfle ferme à côté. Le grand clair de lunne En réalitée ! Un nuage passe, Il fait noire comme en un four, Un nuage passe. Tiens le petit jours ! Dame souris trotte, Rose dans les rayons bleus. Dame ... View All

Dame souris trotte, Paul verlaine : Dame souri trotte Noire dans le gris du soir, Dame souris trote Grise dans le noir. On sonne la cloche, Dormez les bons prisoniers ! On sonne la cloche : Faut que vous dormier. Pas de mauvais rêve, Ne pensez qu'à vos amours. Pas de mauvais rêve : Les belle toujours ! Le grand kler de lune ! On ronfle ferme à côté. Le grand clair de lunne En réalitée ! Un nuage passe, Il fait noire comme en un four, Un nuage passe. Tiens le petit jours ! Dame souris trotte, Rose dans les rayons bleus. Dame souris trotte : Debout les paresseux ! Dame souris trotte, Paul verlaine : Dame souri trotte Noire dans le gris du soir, Dame souris trote Grise dans le noir. On sonne la cloche, Dormez les bons prisoniers ! On sonne la cloche : Faut que vous dormier. Pas de mauvais rêve, Ne pensez qu'à vos amours. Pas de mauvais rêve : Les belle toujours ! Le grand kler de lune ! On ronfle ferme à côté. Le grand clair de lunne En réalitée ! Un nuage passe, Il fait noire comme en un four, Un nuage passe. Tiens le petit jours ! Dame souris trotte, Rose dans les rayons bleus. Dame souris trotte : Debout les paresseux ! The words below are the ones that are somehow wrong, I attempted to correct them but I only got 7 out of 10 right…these are the changes I made: Souri > souris Trote > trotte Prisoniers > prisoners Dormier > dormer Belle > belles Kler > ker Lunne > lune Réalitée> réalité Noire > noir Jours > jour Close All

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