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Слушать(AI)To England
There are no postage stamps that send lettersback to England three centuries ago,no postage stamps that make letterstravel back until the grave hasn't been dug yet,and John Donne stands looking out the window,it is just beginning to rain this April morning,and the birds are falling into the treeslike chess pieces into an unplayed game,and John Donne sees the postman coming up the street,the postman walks very carefully because his caneis made of glass.
Richard Brautigan
Richard Gary Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – ca. September 16, 1984) was an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often clinic
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