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Prego



Prego  sustenta
Prego fura
Prego monta
Prego entorta

Prego exclama na Itália
PREGO!!!!
Longe daqui
Perto de lá

Prego ofende
Ô, seu prego!
Perto daqui
Longe de lá

Prego prega quadro em museu
Prego pregou gente na cruz
Prego está em todo canto
E é barato pra chuchu

Parece uma coisa besta
Mas prego é troço importante
Tá na rua, tá no mundo,
do sapato à ferradura,
o prego é presença constante.

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