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" We think Pedro give you
the new baby,
that one in the crib.
He must be found.

Don't be afraid.
If he beat you,
you can take him
to the judge. "

Like when a burro
with his hard belly
tries to come in
from the rain
under a bush
in my country
but the bush
is too small.
If he steps
forward, he gets water
in his eyes,
if he moves back,
his rump gets wet.

I don't know
who can help me,
but you see
how I live.
That's the way
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