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father poem

quando, cheio do amor morno e ansioso
era uma beleza nos dias
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
esse ano
e pão do breaketh mais
eu vi as estrelas as mais orgulhosas
burly, humble-abelha aplanar
o movimento do seu corpo é como a música
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
bucks pretos gordos em um quarto do vinho-tambor
tudo dentro e tudo sem mim

 



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