yard de chemin de fer dans San Jose j'ai err dsol devant une usine de rservoir et me suis assis sur un banc prs du shack du switchman's.
Une fleur s'tendent sur le foin sur la route d'asphalte -- la fleur I de foin de crainte pens -- elle a eu une tige et une corolle noire fragile des transitoires sales jauntres comme la couronne de l'inchlong de Jsus, et une touffe centrale sche salie de coton comme une brosse de rasage utilise qui est trouve sous le garage pendant une anne.
Fleur jaune et jaune, et fleur d'industrie, fleur laide spiky dure, fleur nanmoins, avec la forme de grande Rose jaune dans votre cerveau ! C'est la fleur du monde.
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