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grandma poem

je secoue mes cheveux dans le vent du matin
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
une fois ce gazon mou
pourrions nous mais savoir
bas! 'tis par nuit de gala
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
quand les mer-vents ont percé nos solitudes
je ne prie pas pour la paix
trois jours je les ai entendus s'affliger quand je m'étends complètement

 



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