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thanksgiving poetry

he came and took me by the hand
in the cloud-gray mornings
beautiful, tragical faces
as evening falls
all those treasures that lie
i am the wind that wavers
the darkness
weak-winged is song
she might have known it in the earlier spring
i've won the race
arched the flood
i cannot always feel his greatness

 



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