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grandma poem

três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
amigo, cujo o sorriso veio ser
quando a noite drifts ao longo das ruas da cidade
eu nunca soube que a terra teve assim muito ouro
o dia é feito
um por um, como sae de uma árvore
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
no porto de york novo
não há nenhum rebanho, porém prestado atenção e tendido
bonito

 



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