Was overwhelmed there, held the stand <br />Packed the bougies, behold <br />Is gnawed by grape-vine, <br />Their feet hung swung <br />That shoulderblade to oscillate <br /> <br />Is champed by shots <br />Three sou, Monsieur - Monsieur, three sou <br /> <br />It isn't evident, <br />Says they were not, <br />Leave, my dive, from them, <br />And she causes to leave <br /> <br />Cast where we heard <br />Were they're all, that stay (where we are) <br />On the succeding night <br /> <br />Says they were not <br />Well isolated <br />The rain-water to collect <br />This isn't isolated <br />This isn't well <br />This isn't Cosette <br /> <br />Three operations <br />Is crunched by grapes <br />In three timid act-shoot! <br />The ball, and went boum! <br />One enters the garden first <br />It is Cosette <br /> <br />Brigadier, <br />Broken hand, fracture leg, <br />It's Cosette <br />Being able not to load <br />Brigardier, <br />Giant day being able <br />What I'll believe: (aux Thenadiers) <br />Ballet captain<br /><br />Pierre Rausch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cosette-thenandier/
