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grandma poem

nós colocamos
o que era ele os motores ditos
căo do gingham e o gato do calico
eu ouvi-me que uma determinada princesa
eu fui acima e trago as ruas
duas fileiras dos repolhos
mas alas, sonhos justos
fora da janela um mar de árvores verdes
todos aqueles tesouros que se encontram
nas manhăs nuvem-cinzentas
deixe-nos expressar nossas paixőes mais baixas

 



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