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C'ho un amico (poesia senza rima nè metrica)

I
I've got a friend that I am grateful
among other things because I love him

but not
necking, and then I'm sure sure, I like the
pavaiotta.

You forgot
scarf at my house one morning

he did not want to really go

and I smoke with her scarf, and I think
"Who knows how he is."

My friend

is the type that if I call him and tell him to Rimini

"Son into the ditch. Perugia."
type part and he pulls me out, no questions asked
do not want. He

all

my friend I have never betrayed.
Only once,
I remember I cried because her belly, but it turned out

he had done so well.


My friend is different than myself,
just wake up on the sofa smoking. For
of stuff is better than me
but in another way.
If I die then really, I am glad I am
because he let me know.

He, too, I think.