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Vista seu melhor sorriso hoje e despeça mais um ano de vida com a certeza que o próximo será ainda melhor.
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Feliz Ano Novo
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One day,
A mad meta-poet,
With nothing to say,
Wrote a mad meta-poem
That started: "One day,
A mad meta-poet,
With nothing to say,
Wrote a mad meta-poem
That started: "One day,
[...]
sort of close".
Were the words that the poet,
Finally chose,
To bring his mad poem,
To some sort of close".
Were the words that the poet,
Finally chose,
To bring his mad poem,
To some sort of close".
You go down to the pickup station,
craving warmth and beauty;
You
💙 -- 👳 -- 👹 -- 📘 -- 👽 -- 📀 -- 🐠 -- 🎫 -- 🚙 -- 👾 -- 🎍 -- 🐝 -- 🚗 -- 💗 -- 🔋
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