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best friend poem

je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
ne soyez pas fâché avec moi
robuste, humble-abeille de somnoler
je dois dire bonne nuit
étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
tous en dedans et tous sans moi
ce compagnon étrange est venu sur brouiller des pieds

 



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