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pumpkin poem

in september
the ships are lying in the bay
i saw the first pear
a pen of steel
truely
up from the meadows rich with corn
so lost
under dusky laurel leaf
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i know not where
were it not for that singular smell

 



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