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grandma poem

uomo freddo severo
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
forse è materia che avete morto
li ho fatti un'offerta tutto l'addio
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
i loro capelli bei
gloom
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della cittĂ 
poco parco che attraverso
all'alba, ha detto

 



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