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short funny poem

amo rubare per un po'via
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
nella sfera
lungo una riva del fiume
il fratello, sono fuoco
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
non eravamo molti
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
la festività reale è stata fatta
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
ho vinto la corsa
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione

 



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