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thanksgiving poem

eu não posso dizê-lo agora
simplesmente falando
calma como que segundo verão
minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
há uma hora do descanso calmo
três anos há hoje
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
sob uma árvore espalhando da castanha
cara esposa
fora do profundo e da obscuridade
faça os meninos e as meninas vão ainda
passado unrelenting do thou

 



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