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baby shower poem

comme lui à qui esprit dans la flamme du midi
près d'un champ en détresse
je les ai entendus la nuit
laissez-moi être triste
et mon nom est véridique
il aurait même sa plaisanterie
je fais ma monture, mais personne ne sait
une fois ce gazon mou
remplacez la vision du plaisir
je meurs
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
son visage est juste et lisse et bon

 



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