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grandmother poem

gloom
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
conosco non dove
sono il vento che esita
veda lo sperimentale
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
per venire cosě presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscuritŕ
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte

 



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