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grandma poem

minha alma é um campo ploughed escuro
cão do gingham e o gato do calico
eu vi-o uma vez antes
dê-me a fome
esta é a canção da juventude
temos nós nenhum shame?
doce e forte
nós colocamos
eu amo as configurações melodious velhas
na esfera
o relâmpago piscou, e levantou
eu moldei o mundo

 



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