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grandma poem

étaient elle pas pour cette odeur singulière
il est venu me prendre par la main
au-dessus d'elles toutes, regardant vers le bas
et avec l'oiseau de ronflement
je ne prie pas pour la paix
il parle pas bien
je vais ma manière complacently
clair de lune profond et tendre
chère épouse

 



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