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baby shower poem

avec les yeux doux et bruns
désolé et seul
le pré rampait
n'accrochez aucune guirlande
il n'y a aucune bande, toutefois observé et tendu
juste en tant que mes doigts sur ces clefs
laissez-moi se déplacer lentement par la rue
j'ai hérité le désert parce que mon âme est assoiffée
pourrions nous mais savoir
je vous chante
voici se trouver une dame la plus belle
je me suis tenu
les étoiles sont tombées du ciel

 



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