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grandma poem

eu agito meu cabelo no vento da manhã
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
uma vez este turf macio
poderíamos nós mas para saber
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
quando eu era um menino na faculdade
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
eu não pray para a paz
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente

 



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