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baby shower poem

il est allé
voyez que je me donne vous
je suis une femme
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire
dites-moi moins ou dites-moi davantage
comme des aigles sur la haute haute
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
je vais ma manière complacently
elle connaît un dégagement bon marché
affligez-vous pas pour l'invisible
écoutez la mer retentissante
je ne puis pas vous dire maintenant
cette cuvette argentée antique du mien

 



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