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thanksgiving poem

the hypocritic days
i love the old melodious lays
softly weeping
weak-winged is song
hang no wreath
under the harvest moon
all quiet along the potomac
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
they may talk of love in a cottage
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam

 



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