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retirement poem

lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
al lato di un campo raso
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
non prego per pace
all'interno della mia mano tengo
in settembre
come un uomo nudo io va
parla non bene
facce belle e tragical

 



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