Pasaran Togel Yang Harus Diketahui Pemain Permainan togel sangat mendunia hingga memiliki pasaran tersendiri. Pemain yang ingin bermain togel harus mengerti soal pasaran-pasaran ini agar lebih bisa mengerti togel. Permainan yang menjadi favorit banyak orang ini sudah memiliki pasaran tersendiri. Ketika internet belum berkembang seperti sekarang, sangat susah untuk mengetahui pasaran togel yang sedang berkembang….
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Cara Ampuh Memenangkan Judi Togel Permainan togel sering membuat para penjudi frustasi karena peluang untuk menangnya sangat kecil sekali. Sebenarnya yang dibutuhkan pemain hanya cara yang ampun untuk menang. Kalau ada pertanyaan “Permainan judi apa yang paling sulit dimenangkan?”. Semua pemain akan sepakat menjawab togel. Ya, permainan ini memang sangat sulit dimenangkan bahkan beberapa orang…
Words
Axes after whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes travelling Off from the centre like horses. The sap Wells like tears, like the Water striving To re-establish its mirror Over the rock That drops and turns, A white skull, Eaten by weedy greens. Years later I Encounter them on the road______ Words dry…
Tulips
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The Thin People
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are unreal, we say: It was only in a movie, it was only In a war making evil headlines when we Were small that they famished and Grew so lean and would not round Out their…
Mystic
The air is a mill of hooks – Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer. I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. Once one has seen God,…
The Moon And The Yew Tree
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place. Separated from my house by a row…
Mirror
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful- The eye of the little god, four cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have…
Cut
For Susan O’Neill Roe What a thrill —- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for a sort of a hinge Of skin, A flap like a hat, Dead white. Then that red plush. Little pilgrim, The Indian’s axed your scalp. Your turkey wattle Carpet rolls Straight from the heart. I…
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Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers—– The rector, the midwife, the sexton, the agent for bees. In my sleeveless summery dress I have no protection, And they are all gloved and covered, why did nobody tell me? They are smiling and taking out veils tacked to ancient…