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baby shower poem

l'aube était vert pomme
qui appellera le vent
tous ces trésors qui se trouvent
et ils marchaient toujours dessus
ville qui n'est pas une ville
je l'ai vu une fois avant
à minuit
comme égaliser tombe
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
êtes vous éveillé?

 



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