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christmas poems

i despise my friends more than you
skies they were ashen and sober
daughter, thou art come to die
above them all, looking down
why do
i cannot always feel his greatness
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
wheel me down by the meadow
her face is fair and smooth and fine
you are clear

 



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