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10h
Not even Black
***** brownish grey
with wings that do not fly
only good to cover his eyes
discarded by rejection
he only comes out at night
on crinkly legs
walking by  the riverside
the trees nod for they do not care
in the park
pretty women meander at dusk
no one will see him
no one will bother
there will be someone always
to ring the bells
Arthur Vaso
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Arthur Vaso  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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   rick and naΗ§Γ­
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