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Accidia

Trilussa

In un giardino, un vagabonno dorme
accucciato per terra, arinnicchiato,
che manco se distingueno le forme.

Passa una guardia: - Alò! - dice - Cammina! -
Quello se smucchia e j'arisponne: - Bravo! -
Me sveji propio a tempo! M'insognavo
che stavo a lavorà ne l'officina!

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