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Toi, ce havre au bout du monde (1ere partie)
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En provenance de Rouen, Tancarville et son pont, Je t'ai rallié, roulant Pour découvrir au fond: La Seine, son estuaire Et puis, autrement dit Ta longue zone portuaire Et le pont d'Normandie. De bonne heure le matin Observant l'horizon Mon regard a atteint: Des usines; des maisons (Harfleur la soeur d'Honfleur); Des cheminées qui fument; De l'herbe et même des fleurs; Et ce pétrole qu'on hume! Par une belle météo D'Août, en plein mois d'été, J'ai découvert ton eau Et... de l'autre côté.
