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christmas poem

al lato di un campo raso
li ho sentiti nella notte
ascolti
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
questi sono
le verità terribili questi sono
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicò
sono andato su e giù le vie
nei numeri mournful
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere

 



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