Mes poèmes
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Last published Sat, Feb 20, 2016
Bonjour, je m'appelle Rayna et j'adore composer des acrostiches. Mais le problème c'est que je fais trop d'erreurs dans mes textes et ma prof et mes parents trouve que j'ai de la misère en français. Donc, ils ne veulent plus que j'écrive de poème. Ils voudrais que je me consacre a des choses qui, non seulement , me permette de améliorer mes qu'ils ne sont pas des choses ''ridicules'' comme dit ma mère. Bienvenu dans mon monde mélancolique de poèmes enchanter !!!
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