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My donkey
I testify to my donkey A profane friendship A very deep feeling I feel in the background This immense injustice whose donkeys wait.
They are said to be stubborn Without the slightest virtue Without any quality But filled with resentment.
To make matters worse, we pushed the error to find them stupid, bland and tasteless.
But everything is archi-fake They do not have these defects, They are gentle and faithful and of model virtue.
Much smarter than people who often know only how to brag when they should be quiet!
B. Casadeus
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