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poem for dad

ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
nella sfera
deve andare indietro, ha detto
la notte scorsa la luna piena ha posto un panno del bianco
alti pareti ed enorme
semplicemente parlando
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
indietro, giri indietro
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
sentite la pioggia?
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato

 



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