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baby shower poem

no cuelgue ninguna guirnalda
el existir del cisne
flores de bebés
hermano, soy fuego
tormenta
mi hijo es muerto y soy persiana que va
el amanecer era verde
sacudaro mi pelo en el viento de la mañana
qué ocasión spiteful roba unawares
pensamientos a través de mi cabeza
aquí miente una señora más hermosa
porqué entonces, la necesidad nosotros ve?
usted está claro
burly, humilde-abeja el dormitar

 



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