First Draft - Omer Friedlander
First Draft: A Dialogue on Writing
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Eyes by Udameh Kaim
I wanted to read the poem. It's called eyes by you down high. And I'm an Ebene Agadol get an image horse. She know that the sofa kites. All right. Do you want to read it in English? So people also hear that. Eyes by Udameh Kaim. My eldest son's eyes are like black figs, or he was born at the end of the summer. The eyes of my little daughter around like the first grapes, and all are sweet in my worry. Gods in the eye business and the fruit business. I'm in the worry business.
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