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Lette Poems - Poems about Lette


Premium Member The Charm of French Class
...i become a stone, still a leader, but translation transforms me, as i learn “le crayon est rouge.” “Je m’appelle Chantal.” enchanted by my “nom français.” a shy child, changed b......

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Categories: lette, school,
Form: Free verse
Invite To Mornin' Repast
...Croissant, crisp buttered farm fresh marmalade is laid asking for a taste rape orange juice, just taken from crop gash cashews, fair and smiling roasted fine coffee, musky and tongue so......

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Categories: lette, life
Form: Free verse




Book: Reflection on the Important Things