You can swipe right and left too!
Do it on the dedicated grey bar.
It’s so sweet then to remember
The grassy pond and the faint rustling of the alder,
That I have a father and a mother far away,
Who don’t care about all my verses,
To whom I am dear as a field and flesh,
Like the drizzling rain,
That in spring makes the greens soft.
They would come to pierce you
with the confessions of a thug
With forks for every cry of yours
Launched against me.
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