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grandma poem

es usted despierto?
esposa querida
he venido en el desierto porque mi alma es athirst
el pequeño lamentable, usado, caras el reír
dígame no
la oscuridad
me pregunto donde usted vive
no hay presa yo de pensamientos pobres
porqué son las cosas que no tienen ninguna muerte
cuál era él los motores dichos
y va tan
todos tragan los años

 



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