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pumpkin poem

en tant qu'elle
il était un jeune oysterman grand
si j'avais su l'étroit une prison est amour
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
se reposer dans son culbuteur attendant votre thé
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
ces yeux noirs i une fois ainsi félicité
c'est la chanson de la jeunesse
doux et fort
les chansons antiques
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
la noblesse de la mort encore
ont eu lui et I mais réuni

 



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