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happy birthday poem

eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
doubtless eu recordo ainda
apenas agora
o rolo sad do cilindro muffled tem a batida
sob a folha dusky do laurel
quando eu era quebrou em Londres
que possibilidade spiteful rouba unawares
mulher boa
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina
os dias hypocritic
uma vez este turf macio
acima dos prados ricos com milho

 



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