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baby shower poem

as montanhas são povos silenciosos
por muito tempo há, no moonlight novo
ame-me no último, ou se você não
quando eu retornei no por do sol
frequentemente eu penso da cidade bonita
poderíamos nós mas para saber
eu vi a primeira pera
todos quiet ao longo do potomac
ouviu as crianças jogar no sol
ido antes de nós

 



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