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[vagabond]

the girl had been born in dijon
her fathers named her grey-poupon
she left france for the cash
to sell class and panache
for whom confuse big cars with brawn

the above poems are so good that i thought i could lower the standard a bit.
tiger, the story seems about something a little stale, in the last stanza it turnes sweet (thank god sugar doesn´t dull down in taste)
keith, though i don´t get the whole story i think your poem is definitely not low on fat.