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poem for dad

just as my fingers on these keys
beneath the warrior's helm
gone before us
still thirteen years
one sweetly solemn thought
royal feast was done
do i like it
earth travails
see, from this counterfeit of him
the ancient songs
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
when i returned at sunset

 



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