Poemas

Belinda lived in a little white house,

I was a stricken deer, that left the herd

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I hear leaves drinking rain;

Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee,

If you can keep your head when all about you

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

slide your foot in my mouth

napisalem poemat, ma dziesiec czesci, jego tytyl to spotkajmy się, najpierw wyslę pierwszy wiersz:

SUBA, THE WANDERING PEOPLE