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grandmother poem

lo ho visto una volta prima
morbidamente piangendo
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
stuff della luna
del sole né stelle
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
rose ed oro
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
non ci è fuga dal fiume
la penso splendido giusto
quindi non posso
è ci qualcuno là
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora

 



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