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baby shower poem

como ele de quem espírito na chama do meio-dia
ao lado de um campo stricken
eu ouvi-os na noite
deixe-me ser sad
e meu nome é truthful
teria mesmo seu gracejo
eu faço minha saia, mas ninguém sabe
uma vez este turf macio
renove a visão do prazer
eu estou morrendo
deixe-nos piedade aqueles de que seja melhor fora do que nós são
sua cara é justa e lisa e fina

 



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