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death poem

birds against the april wind
the sun is up
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
when i was a boy at college
i never knew the earth had so much gold
i know not where
very well, you liberals
when the hours of day are numbered
looking beyond
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
this is the song of youth
she limps with halting painful pace

 



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