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thanksgiving poem

es gab eine Zeit in den ehemaligen Jahren
warum die Sachen sind, die keinen Tod haben
hängen Sie keinen Wreath
blau-schwarze nubian zupfende Orangen
ich fülle diese Schale
als ich in Ihre Augen schaute

 



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