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grandmother poem

ce qui je vous doivent
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
en septembre
la femme a beaucoup manqué, comment vous appelez à moi, appel à moi
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
avant le saint en bronze solennel
ils peuvent parler de l'amour dans une petite maison

 



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