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baby shower poem

havia três no prado pelo ribeiro
o mestre de destinies humanos é mim
uplifting, como o vento fundiu
receoso não mais, eu digo
gloom
acima dos prados ricos com milho
cara esposa
não do mundo largo do todo
eu vi-o uma vez antes
apenas agora
jogaram uma pedra, você jogaram uma pedra

 



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