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halloween poem for kid

l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
chi chiamerà il vento
era un oysterman giovane alto
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
era molte e molto un anno fa
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
ho vinto la corsa
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle

 



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