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baby shower poem

ma mère m'a enseigné que chaque nuit
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
beau
peu de parc que je traverse
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
il parle pas bien
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
un poèt, ayant pris le frein outre de sa langue
ainsi tombé
pour la vérité, pour l'amour
les jours endeared à chaque MUSE

 



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