you would carry me, upon your heads,
deposit my belongings,
on that wooden scared, apron scent your stove.
wait untill the frenchies hear what you have
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i think you will be carried on others shoulders.with your mysterious and different poem...well done
L'excellent iip d'écriture… nous a laissés l'espérer n'est pas empalé trop longtemps: 0)) ....Fi 10+++