Markita Poem by Aldo Kraas

Markita



Markita
You are dad's little girl
Markita
You can always tell me the truth why you want to sleep in
On a nice Saturday
Markita
God loves me the same way that he loves you
Markita
God create me and you in his image
Markita
It is now 12: 00 pm and you just got out of the bed
Markita
Dad is going to give your breakfast that is fit for a little princess

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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