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grandma poem

venido abajo en el amanecer de las colinas windless
era no para ese olor singular
cuando la noche mandila a lo largo de las calles de la ciudad
estaba parado
revuelva
estoy viejo y oculto
nunca en toda mi vida
él habla no bien
mundo que cambia bajo mi mano
cuando las horas del dĂ­a se numeran
el sol está para arriba

 



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