.Devant la poste, la fête foraine
Des camions rouges échoués qui se traînent
Et un cheval la bave aux dents
Crevé, devenir, tourné tous les ans
Un stylo plume qui rate
Et le buvard qui boit les pintes
De mouche sur un cahier qui teint
C'est comme un peti.
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