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Ii cazuse o floare de dud
In pletele-i crete, zbarlite, Prinse pe crestet Cu doua agrafe micute. Ei, da, o floare de dud! Scurta, paroasa si verde Ca o omida satula, Adormita la soare. In lumina amiezii, Nici o nobila bijuterie N-ar fi pus Atata primavara jucausa In ochii ei de portelan. Fetita desena fericita omuleti cuminti pe asfaltul aleii. Duzii susurau in vant.
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