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poem for dad

i go my way complacently
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
did you ever hear of
melancholy, blue it was
in all things not spoken of
night is dark, and the winter winds
leave the lovely words unsaid
up from the meadows rich with corn

 



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