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grandma poem

bien que je sois peu en tant que toutes les petites choses
à minuit
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
quand la nuit dérive le long des rues de la ville
pour moi étais un conseiller décharné et grave
la pluie plus de, et l'air brillant
ce qui nous fera maintenant

 



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