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grandma poem

sol e vento e batida do mar
trĂŞs dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
simplesmente falando
assim perdido
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
mulher boa
há três maneiras em que os homens fazem exame
eu sou o vento que wavers
para trás, gire para trás
podem falar do amor em uma casa de campo
a chuva sobre, e o ar brilhante

 



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