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The orange gleam of tangerines
I saw them on the magazines
Bewildered thoughts came rushing in
Was I supposed to let them win?
How could a fuit so ripe and luscious
make a Man so cruel and vicious?
Underneath the steady surface
He could squish the Catch with no force
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Värvitud sinised linnud
PoetryVärvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is...