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pastor appreciation poem

ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
siete bei e sbiaditi
dio
poco parco che attraverso
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi
e così va
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
che cosa io devono voi
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
riempio questa tazza
dal puntello, dal mare
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada

 



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