In the wind with Jacqueline


St-Agatha Rita, mother
Of me. where were you?
Barbarian machine!
In the yards browsing,
Stumbled in walking ?

Tell me about landscapes of yours,
Fire lands and black priests!
Have you met Laura,
Smally people of churches?
Heavy choirs of parallel world.

Police never came, it was a jokid,
Apology.


AB

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