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poem for dad

il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
al lato di un campo raso
il prato stava strisciando
quegli occhi neri i una volta cosě elogiato
quindi non posso
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
uomo freddo severo

 



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