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poem for dad

uma vez este turf macio
o sol pisou para baixo de seu throne dourado
da canção e do sonho para ido sempre
acima do sul na ruptura do dia
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido
a noite era preta e drear
baixo! ' tis um a noite do gala
para estes braços brancos sobre minha garganta
através do peito aching da terra larga
a criança que jogou afastado a folha após a folha
a algum os deuses gordos
sob a lua da colheita

 



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