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baby poem

Ă  l'aube, il a dit
j'ai aimé une femme
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
ce qui je vous doivent
quatre-vingts ans ont passé, et plus
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
quand absence de sa taille de montagne
laissez le bel unsaid de mots
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
le pré rampait
quand le vent fonctionne contre nous dans l'obscurité
dans la sphère

 



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