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Échenle agua a los muertos
a todo entero el muerterío
22 mayo, 2008
This Is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
William Carlos Williams
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