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thanksgiving poem

ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
debole-è traversata la canzone
la fragranza è venuto
perchè
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
diami la fame
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
travails della terra
i giorni hypocritic
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
per verità, per amore
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars

 



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