4 poems from a walk. No. 1: Onabench

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Onabench

On a bench
Limbs can be rested
For a moment

On a bench
You can watch
A small world pass by

On a bench
A poem may be
Or not be written

On a bench
You can hold hands
Even when alone

On a bench
You can speak French

C’est la vie
On a bench.

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