Amandine

A trip abroad was planned with a girl I knew and a passport was in order. A friend we did take French bread she did make,down to Houston we flew. But a rube and his haul of fertilizer saw fit to close the castle files. To the gallery we did roam chocolate treats so far from home. The french a diminished cube. For me no more king, feed the free. Caramel calories volume fed tubes. Every day that French lady would place a small chocolate on the counter and work an eight hour shift in its proximity. Feeling it close brushing by it her signature sense. The day at an end her lips did tend to its demise. Oh wonderful demise.