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baby shower poem

il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
le maître des destins humains suis moi
élever, comme vent a soufflé
effrayé pas plus, je dis
gloom
à partir des prés riches avec du maïs
chère épouse
pas du monde large de totalité
je l'ai vu une fois avant
en ce moment
ils ont jeté une pierre, vous ont jeté une pierre

 



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