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thanksgiving poem

je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
jamais dans toute ma vie
sous la feuille sombre de laurier
j'ai vu que vous hunched et tremblant sur les pierres
clair de lune profond et tendre
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
travails de la terre
en ce moment

 



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