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Skribent: Simon
Emne: Re: Poetisk fryd..
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Travel
Oxen supporting their heads
into the afternoon sun,
melons studding the hill like brass:
who reads into distances reads
beyond us, our sleeping children
and the dust settling in scorched grass.
- Seamus Heaney.
mvh
Simon
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