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mi sono levato in piedi
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
era un oysterman giovane alto
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
deve andare indietro, ha detto
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
uno per uno, come va da un albero
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
semplicità
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
ascolti

 



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