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grandmother poem

dépassement par les murs blottis et laids
à l'amoureux passionné
tristement parlant
ombres à ailes balayant près
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
quand les heures du jour sont numérotées
ville qui n'est pas une ville
elle doit retourner, elle a dit
par de la large le sein faisant mal terre

 



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