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thanksgiving poem

je réside à la montagne de table
près d'un champ en détresse
et pendant que nous marchions l'herbe a été faiblement remuée
il y avait un temps en anciennes années
seule
j'ai vu avec les yeux ouverts
ont eu lui et I mais réuni
il y a d'un que ce I par le passé a aimé tellement
il y avait un strangeness sur vos lèvres
j'ai jeté mon âme à l'air comme un vol de faucon
le pré rampait
une fois ce gazon mou

 



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