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poem for dad

agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
quel compagno sconosciuto č venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
all'alba, ha detto
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
sono fevered
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra

 



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