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Marcel Aouizerate Poems
It is not known well enough But the rabbi of Prague Did start with clay And then ran out.
Pigments & pixels
When they stepped out of the barricades, Having chopped off square, the people's share Of quaint and regal crowned heads The French discovered terror in their streets,
The aquiline nose as the shadow of the horse on the face of the man And the duck pout as that of the mallard on the teenage girl The crimson red, the shade of the hog on the middle aged man Stepping up the steep stairs of lewd thoughts
Red bull, Giving stamina To stupid people Since 1984.
A dollar was lost In a subtle trade Reappeared nowhere But look in his pocket
Un impératif que j'entends pour la première fois De ne pas oser sans cause et à tes cotés Je laisse passer ma chance et t'observe Dans le sillage, facile et douce. J'ai douté
He loves me, he loves me not
He loves me, he loves me not, 'There are days where Cupid doesn't care, ' And what can anyone do about it?
The secret of love (correction)
Has it come to the point where we must ask ourselves: 'Who is ready to die for Ukraine? '. In this age of industrial scale killings, we already know our answer might be, somewhere down a reluctant descend into chaos, our hand forced by civilian ordeals and mass graves: 'We are'. It didn't need to be that way but such black and white questions do arrive at the end of a process of iterated and consistent failures. We create our institutions and we pay our politicians never to face those dilemmas. And we failed. Russia would not play such a strong hand, and would not have gone as far as it did, if Europe had been politically unified, militarily strong and energy independent.
Anagramme Du Marquis De Sade
La moitié de ma vie est pourtant Passée d'ici à Bételgeuse Mise au quart, j'ignore tout du comment Des nuits muettes de la Gironde
Inspiré de LB
Je suis à Dix heures dix Passionnant Exactement la première fois
Do You Know How Many Feminists Are Neede...
It Is Not Funny.
Aventures rez-de-chaussée Amours savants à ras-bord J'avais pour client la mort M'achetant des pied-de-nez
Tu chevauchais le cheval jaune La terrible voix de l’opérateur T’ordonnait de saisir plus fermement les pompons
Comments about Marcel Aouizerate
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It is not known well enough
But the rabbi of Prague
Did start with clay
And then ran out.
As this... thing was
To receive the
Final breath of life
He had to turn to
Iron and dust.
Which he did
And let's say God
Both approved and
Given there was no denying
One was being pragmatic
- which is good for the cleric -
Yet trying to create
- which is blasphemy -
And also a bit annoying:
The grand plan was
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