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grandma poem

je vois tous les esprits humains
la fille, art de thou viennent pour mourir
j'ai eu un rêve et je me suis réveillé avec lui
les poèts le disent
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
donc je ne puis pas
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
oranges de plumaison nubian bleu-noires
hors de la mer de scintillement

 



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