Pale Shelter

The poet had accepted his life as a cafe hag. His poetry was so well known that he attracted crowds to the cafes he frequented so much so that the proprietors would dissuade the police from harassing Velaine for his socially unacceptable outbursts. One observer wrote of the man Verlaine falling into a deplorable condition, with hangers on and in a constant absinthe stupor. One of his more well known lackeys was a vagabond named Bibi-Pureé. Pureé distinguished himself with a full bouquet in his lapel and a top hat. The mans only mark on history was the act of stealing everybody's umbrellas at Verlaine's funeral. In other news...I saw a Polk Berry bush bent over with fruit yesterday.