#巴黎日记#
圣诞前夕,在paul门口的街头艺人,声音沙哑颓废又痞痞地唱着:She wouldn't cook me no breakfast.She wouldn't give me no dinner.She squable about my supper.She kicked me out doors.She had a nerve to ask me,would a match box hold my clothes?
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