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mother daughter poem

frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
eu v todas as sagacidades humanas
quando eu estive escutar, discreetly dumb
as sombras colocam ao longo de broadway
a mulher faltou-me muito, como voc se chama me, chamada
diga-me
e como poderia voc sonho da reunio
era uma oysterman novo alto
no porto de york novo
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
acima deles todos, olhando para baixo
sobre o rio, no monte
gloom

 



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