Epitáfio Para Senador Joventino
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Epitáfio Para Senador Joventino
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Quando nossos pais foram expulsos
Foram a procura de comida,
Mas só encontraram um árvore seca
E os frutos podres no chão.
Comeram todos os frutos
Ignorando o cheiro azedo que exalavam
Caíram de joelhos aflitos
Pensando em nós.
Errada é a criatura que pensa que nós lamentamos alguma coisa,
#Malditos!!! #Tolos!!! De uma figa
Apenas nos glorificamos esperando o fim.
Tem óleo Diesel "a rodo" para a viagem
Fogos de Artifício para a festa,
Pois não preciso de paraíso.
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