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halloween poem for kid

acima dos prados ricos com milho
ao longo dos bancos
qual se mantem
eu vi que você hunched e tiritando nas pedras
eu não posso dizê-lo agora
não esteja irritado com mim
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
três dias eu ouvi-os afligir-se quando eu coloco absolutamente
eu sou uma mulher
sono, irmão cinzento da morte
eu não posso sempre sentir seu greatness
eu vi que o deus você a duvida?
até sua janela da câmara
com o por do sol

 



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