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poem for dad

hang no wreath
i reside at table mountain
sad are they who know not love
she heard the children playing in the sun
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
in their ragged regimentals
but i cannot read you now
they ask me where i've been
i am fevered
the single clenched fist lifted and ready

 



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