Puisommiere    
was his name    
to chip stones    
of his hammer    
before laying    
on the horizontal bed    
from the wall to the creusoise    
let the weather be warm    
wind or rain    
his fingers hardened    
by the pain endured    
to be far from one's own.        
 
With veins of granite    
overcoming physical pain    
her eyes were veiled    
dust and tears    
you the railwayman    
who from site to site    
dragged his misery    
a bottle of red in the haversack    
the cap congealed with sweat    
the already white beard    
in the light of an evening    
to laugh in front of the fire    
that the young people had prepared.        
 
 
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