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grandma poem

eighty anos passaram, e mais
havia um strangeness em seus bordos
brilha a última idade, o seguinte com esperança é visto
a terra mantem algum ir da vibração
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias

 



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