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mom poem

el amor se ha cantado mil maneras
y como caminamos la hierba fue revuelta débilmente
disparando para arriba, cayendo abajo
uno con usted
de nuestros lugares ocultados
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
le estoy cantando
porqué tan es triste mi encantador?
ese año
cuando voy de nuevo a la tierra
ella tiene un claro, loveliness viento-abrigado


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