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halloween poem

veda che mi dò voi
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
uomo freddo severo
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
vado il mio senso complacently
sotto il timone del guerriero
nelle mattine nube-grige
chi è il corridore nei cieli
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino

 



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