Poem
I DREAM OF JEANNIE IN A
BOTTLE
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Days Astaly
Visible in front
In frost
rears
And Jenny
In a bottle
Patchwork lost
The futures
but the past
she wears
In our hands
in the space
We were after
Serial
as gears
In the evening
We rush
Look in the sky
The Star
hear by ears
Looking at the crowds
For children Wadih
The rains
Rain spews
The wind
baby
by tears
Streets
And the lamp
And wheat
The Lunar
the saddest
The days
from above
Buildings
Consider the Forum
Deceased
How sweet days
Writing and blackboard
And grunts pupils
before many years
Chapters
The days
Received from stores
Berthelot love
Some spells
Lying
There is in the minds
The sun was
Content with some
Praise
In times of
winters
People in homes
Waiting for tips
from fears
Never tire
Of the appeal
It was cold
more sears
Comes
Of crops
pears
It was not
Jenny touched
Than waiting
Transmitters
Some tears
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