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thanksgiving poetry

elle a dit
sans aucun doute je me rappelle toujours
complètement des larmes
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
nous n'étions pas beaucoup
treize ans toujours
le bonbon avec la fougère et s'est levé
gros mâles noirs dans une salle de vin-baril
ne restez pas plus
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds
il raconte de bonnes vieilles périodes
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler

 



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