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baby shower poem

porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
a mulher faltou-me muito, como você se chama me, chamada
mas alas, sonhos justos
quando as horas do dia forem numeradas
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
do sol nem das estrelas
onde deva mim encontre-o
completamente dos rasgos

 



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