Hell! (Raymond Queneau Poems)
To drift with every peacock till my souvenirIs a stringed lyre on which all wiseacres can play,Is it for this ...
To drift with every peacock till my souvenirIs a stringed lyre on which all wiseacres can play,Is it for this ...
To drift with every passion till my soulIs a stringed lute on which all winds can play,Is it for this ...
To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which can winds can play, Is it ...
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