The Ruin Of The Crown Poem by Pierre Rausch

The Ruin Of The Crown



(Huguenot) attitude
Which turns towards all that belongs
Which knows where it pleases
All of a sudden
Anguish
When he'll rejoin, he gave me the coffer
And to carry
A galllant affair
It is understood that it is employed
And doesn't extend to class
Well, I am going to lodge there to-night
A regular chandelier
In the attic, a calendabrum
His ideas went a change
Other boards have mothers
The detonation makes him freeze
In order that his son might be happy
Not amused!
At an epoch when I was young
To suite her
To support
The Dicks sentinel
Antechamber with a chain
Rotor
He got sick!
To absolute perfection
Ah! you are conversation
A rococo(-jesuit)
On the veil

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