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poem for dad

eu sou velho e cego
eu vi as nuvens entre os montes
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
sobre o rio beckon a mim
o prado estava rastejando
homem frio stern
nossos momentos agradáveis voam
um pensamento doce solemn
estourou o vinho feroz
se o slayer vermelho pensar slays
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
cara esposa
năo gire sua cabeça

 



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