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baby shower poem

come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
al lato di un campo raso
li ho sentiti nella notte
lascilo essere triste
ed il mio nome č sincero
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
rinnovi la visione di piacere
sto morendo
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
la sua faccia č giusta e liscia e fine

 



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