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baby shower poem

la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
con gli occhi meek e marroni
oscillato nella culla del profondo
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
indietro, giri indietro
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
vado il mio senso complacently
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
diami la fame
impaurito nient'altro, dico
la sua faccia č giusta e liscia e fine

 



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