Citron et Pamplemousse

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Parapluie

J'ecriverai
jamais
la poesie
en francais.

Le son
est plus bon,
oui,
mais c'est
ton son.

Et puis,
j'ecrit
des parapluies:
Je ne peut pas les
construire sans l'anglais.

Pardon.
Je sais.

-Citron
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