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May 2017
Elle est une Mancha.
Comme la manche, elle a l’entraînement,
La determination.
Une grande étendue d’eau
Qui va rapidement.
Elle est très forte, mais
Elle va dans une direction,
Sans cesse,
Sans s’arrêter,
Et quand elle retrouve l’océan
Elle cesse d’exister
Dans la grande étendue d’eau
Qui est plus forte qu’elle.
She is a Mancha.
Like the Channel, she has training,
A large body of water
That moves quickly.
She is very strong, but
She goes in one direction
Without ceasing,
Without stopping,
And when she meets the ocean
She ceases to exist
In the large expanse of water
That is stronger than her.

(Apologies if the French is incorrect, it is not my first language!)
Written by
brianna of space  21/F
     AP and Pagan Paul
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