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Anonymous Anonyme said...

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850

dim. mars 04, 06:13:00 PM 2007  
Anonymous Anonyme said...

Qui dit crocus dit fin de l'hiver ! Chouette, le printemps pointe son nez !

lun. mars 05, 06:25:00 PM 2007  
Anonymous Anonyme said...

y a pu dsaisons

lun. mars 05, 08:10:00 PM 2007  

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