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27 February 2007 • 1:59 pm
In my street I can hear 27 different languages and I don’t understand a single word of any of them
It’s exactly like living in a poem
EL SEBBO
Filed under: literature, poem, poetry, seb
Dude, yep, you darn right, that’s what we do : live in a poem – most of the time – or in novels as far as I’m concerned. Life is really good over there.
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Dude, yep, you darn right, that’s what we do : live in a poem – most of the time – or in novels as far as I’m concerned. Life is really good over there.