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retirement poem

mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
tengo gusto de ella
tenía un sueño y me desperté con él
travails de la tierra
nunca sabía que la tierra tenía tanto oro
apenas ahora
los pequeños rezos blancos
dondeyo encuéntrele

 



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