As requested in the comments on this post, a poem of my own.
Federico at Home
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Because he was a gardenerSprawling with his love deep in the night Where he
raised the autumn hillsOf Andalusia, scented with duende And pruned the old
bro...
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3 comments:
Thanks, John! That's a poem I wish I'd written.
I mean, I wish I was the author of that poem.
You know what I mean.
You're welcome. I know what you mean. Thanks.
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