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pastor appreciation poem

eu despise meus amigos mais do que você
cara esposa
ainda seu cinza balança a torre acima do mar
porque então, a obrigação nós vê?
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
cidade que não é uma cidade
quando os mar-ventos perfuraram nossos solitudes
sobre o rio, no monte
em seus regimentals ásperos
você diz que você me ama
agite
existir da cisne

 



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