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grandmother poem

ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica
sono vecchio e cieco
all'alba, ha detto
fate sentirsi
mescolisi
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta

 



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