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thanksgiving poem

o que era ele os motores ditos
limps com parar o ritmo doloroso
porque o faça sempre carrinho que tirita lá
behold mim, em meus chiffon, gauze e ouropel
em números mournful
acima dos prados ricos com milho
eu sou uma mulher

 



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