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thanksgiving poem

j'ai dit
se reposer dans son culbuteur attendant votre thé
comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
la agonie d'avoir trop de puissance
j'au-dessus-avais préparé l'événement
faites les garçons et les filles vont toujours
ces coeurs ont été tissés des joies et des soins humains
les chansons antiques
ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
vous êtes clair
maintenant pour un combat vif et gai
de nos endroits cachés

 



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