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baby shower poem

en la medianoche
no se aflija que encima
él vino tomarme por la mano
se van los tres, esas hermanas raras
los he oído en la noche
estoy parado en el tiempo gris frío
trenzado y tejido
el dulce con el fern y se levantó
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
tres días los oí afligirse cuando pongo absolutamente
porqué lo haga
las verdades tremendas éstos sean
esté en mí como los humores eternos

 



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