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Le Champ du diable

Maurice Rollinat 1846 (Châteauroux) – 1903 (Ivry-sur-Seine)



Le merle fuit, plein de paniques,
Les buissons recroquevillés :
Entendez-vous sous les noyers
Ces chuchotements ironiques ?

Quelles visions tyranniques !
J’en ai les yeux écarquillés.
— Le merle fuit, plein de paniques.
Les buissons recroquevillés.

Quant aux petits fumiers coniques,
Ils sont horriblement grillés.
S’ils allaient être éparpillés
Avec des fourches sataniques !
— Le merle fuit, plein de paniques.

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