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poem for dad

duas fileiras dos repolhos
o justo e stately empregada doméstica, cujos olhos
o pitiful pequeno, desgastado, caras rir
deixe-me mover-se lentamente através da rua
veio fazer exame de me pela mão
o doce com fern e levantou-se
a senhora, seu coração girou para a poeira
macia agora a luz do dia
para vestir o pensamento impetuoso

 



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