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retirement poem

há uma hora do descanso calmo
nunca em toda minha vida
ame-me no último, ou se você não
temos nós nenhum shame?
aqueles no superior dizem que o conhecem, terra -- são liars
como ela
eu era um goddess ere o mármore me encontrou
a algum os deuses gordos
nas manhãs nuvem-cinzentas
agora para uma luta viva e cheerful
a luz retirada

 



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