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concrete poetry

hanno avuti lui e la i ma venuto a contatto di
non eravamo molti
il sole è in su
siete bei e sbiaditi
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
per venire coś presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
quindi non posso
ad alcuno i dii grassi
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
penso spesso alla città bella

 



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