que verso que nada
faço o que quero nesse espaço
brinco
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v a z i o s
p o e s i a
s e m l i m i t e
sem computador
esse poeta
já teria ficado mudo há muito tempo.
sábado, 10 de outubro de 2009
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Muito, muito legal!
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