samedi 16 octobre 2010

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Carrying loads onwards
Was it ?
In the depths of
Life outskirts
Waiting
In a lane dark
For tender whistlings
Of an ancient lark
Where ?

Which is
By all means
Straight way off
Over dreaming
Things ashore
That make me sigh
For her amore.

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