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Started by: jarvo (30250)
WINTER IN MONTREAL
My abiding memory of that winter,
was,
going to Leonard Cohen's house.
We huddled together as the blizzard set in.
He greeted us, let us in,
and offered us olives on a black plate.
I can't remember his words, because the years
have passed.
Or whether he liked my poems,
I never asked...
Jarvo 2018
Replied: 31st Dec 2018 at 22:41