Un jardin sur le bout de la langue

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Par un temps légumineux                                                                                                                                              je voyageais en citrouille                                                                                                                                                   car il était plus de minuit ;                                                                                                                                               j’étais fatigué,                                                                                                                                                                       mes lentilles vertes                                                                                                                                                        me faisait mal aux yeux.                                                                                                                                                    Je me dis : salsifis, salsifis comme ca                                                                                                                             et je m’arrêtai                                                                                                                                                                       au coin de la rhubarbe                                                                                                                                              dans une petite aubergine.                                                                                                                                                Je pris une chambre qui donnait                                                                                                                               sur une joli cour-                                                                                                                                                            gette fleurie                                                                                                                                                                       et je dormis dans un brocoli moelleux.                                                                                                                      Quand je me réveillai,                                                                                                                                                     le soleil brillait de tous ses pétales,                                                                                                                               il faisait artichaut…

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