Atef Ayadi Poems

i hate the word follower
(it sounds fall lower,)
subscribe and subscriber,
patron and patronage,
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it was horrible to watch another semi quasi theatrical athenian imperial roman drama.
really what stuck in my mind,
is
the reddish man with red hat.
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to seventy, but slowly,
interrupted by shanks of now periods and long moments.
i know hod to do it walking,
sleeping, and as an explorer.
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neantherdals or the neantherdalians never criminalized a kid, toddlers, or juveniles being shut, bombed, or killed;
at the same time, praising, glorifying and celebrating the rise of an eighty years old chimp. it is only a normalization of the square root of two of an old social ape trait.
in the east, denisovans
(with a bit of lack, vishnu, shiva, and brahma, yin and yen, throughout unstoppable cycles of west attacks, tsunamis, volcanoes, moon tides, and karma, ...,) will have their harvest of spices, rice, elephant ivory, rhino's horns and many other things like appetite for lithium, coco-nuts, dauphin, and tuna cuisine.
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first,
and most,
apparently, i do not have one,
i mean a god!
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while some may see me a replacement,
a terror from extended arabia, and mus-tanke for the mass-limps.
it is true, i am
born under a tree in north afrrica,
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i live in a country of cowboys,
cause, snatching ears of an old man, then his veepee,
is still the language of
taxas rangers of these days.
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i loved miley see, in heart of ice,
i will conform her voice's
spectrum and tenacity if she sings can't get you out of my head of kylie minogue.
(at least, no doubt, it's my life)
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imagine,
on a tiny screen
on one's hand,
or any simply
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in rome,
the only thing that
resisted the poignancy of time,
label any oil greece, creece, graisse, vergin, and even xxx,
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