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grandmother poem

nella sfera
sole e vento e battimento del mare
prima del san bronze solenne
gli archi del ponticello rosso
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
composto del loveliness da solo
il piů triste dell'anno
ho visto la prima pera
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello

 



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