We celebrated our dear and unfortunate mothers who so wish us well. Often esgeratamente, eventually invading a bit 'too much of our territory. Mom, this poem just for you fly, always leave me the time to spread their wings to those who did not understand.
LOVE 'WHAT A WONDERFUL
Perfora the white shell with their beaks
still little and opens his eyes to the sun.
E 'created a beautiful chick.
mom gives him the worm,
the food tastier,
e dopo se lo coccola
col gesto più amoroso.
Lo accoglie sotto l'ala
e stringe molto forte.
Lo soffocan le piume.
Pulcin trova la morte.
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