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mother daughter poem

passing through huddled and ugly walls
eighty years have passed, and more
all those treasures that lie
love has been sung a thousand ways
very well, you liberals
i see all human wits
blossoms of babies
stir
from song and dream for ever gone
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
days endeared to every muse
see i give myself to you

 



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