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african american poetry

ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
rode-me para baixo pelo prado
quando eu for para trás ligar à terra
uma pena do aço
paredes e enorme elevados
como selvagem, como bruxa-como estranho que a vida deve ser
era uma beleza nos dias
fora de mim unworthy e desconhecido

 



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