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grandmother poem

como miento cubierto adentro, defendido adentro
un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
el dulce con el fern y se levantĂł
para mĂ­ era concejal gaunt, grave
nunca habĂ­a un sonido al lado de la madera pero de una
mi madre me enseñó que cada noche
bucks negros gordos en un cuarto del vino-barril
no hay multitud, no obstante está mirado y tendido
cuál era él los motores dichos
veré una estrella esta noche
amigo, que sonrisa ha venido ser
soy cansado de ser amargo y cansado de ser sabio

 



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