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pastor appreciation poem

ahora que me he refrescado a usted
una palabra del vuelo de aquí y allí
cuando era adaptó Londres
con la puesta del sol
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
todos dentro y todos sin mí
la oscuridad rueda hacia arriba
sombras coas alas que barren cerca
y pan del breaketh no más

 



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