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haiku poetry

pourquoi si triste mon bel?
peut-être ce n'est aucune matière que vous êtes morte
laissez-nous pitié ceux outre dont soyez meilleur que nous sont
quand j'étais a enfoncé à Londres
je vois tous les esprits humains
je vais ma manière complacently
il y a un pays complètement de vin
je la pense splendide juste
quand j'étais un garçon à l'université
comme bougie blanche
roulez-moi vers le bas par le pré

 



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