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poem for dad

bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
ils me demandent où j'ai été
avec ses cheveux flaying d'une manière extravagante
mon fils est mort et je suis aveugle allant
dans votre vol
mon âme est un champ labouré foncé
doux et fort

 



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