Jeudi, 17 Mai
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Jeudi, 17 Mai
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Le prince Harry n'ira pas à la guerre
Immigrant, clandestin périsse dans le désert.
A canne c'est le festival de Caroiline chéfraire.
La bande de gasa au bord de la crise de nerf.
Sourde et muette elle est agresser par son père.
Le musée fait du fric avec un fric chaut anatomic.
Ya un frison qui passe entre mes pieds et la terre.
Je n'invente rien, c'est la presse qui parle ce 17 mai au matin ya des rimes pour dans mon journal.
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