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best friend poem

à l'aube, il a dit
c'est l'arsenal
serene d'après-midi et lumineux verts
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
il y a des gains pour toutes nos pertes
je me demande parfois s'il est vraiment vrai
tous apaisent le long du potomac
par le pont grossier
parmi les montagnes j'ai erré
gaily par les champs nous avons dansé
comme un homme nu je vont
dans ma main je me tiens
le petit pitoyable, porté, visages de rire

 



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