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grandmother poem

havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
em seus braços estava o prazer imóvel
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
eu sou velho e cego
no alvorecer, disse
têm você ouvido
agite
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
um poeta, fazendo exame do breio fora de sua lingüeta

 



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