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…ORA e ….URO Maggio 4, 2023

…ORA
Cade la forfora,
il paese mormora,
tuba la tortora
nell’autunno di porpora.

…URO
Un duro
muro
rende impuro
il futuro
e mi rende
un oscuro
morituro.

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