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grandma poem

em seus regimentals ásperos
dentro de minha mão eu prendo
sob a lua da colheita
para eu era um conselheiro gaunt, grave
travails da terra
onde deva mim encontre-o
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
passagem através das paredes huddled e feias
uma pena do aço

 



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