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christmas poems

my mother taught me that every night
when i go back to earth
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
in september
friend, whose smile has come to be
leave the lovely words unsaid
all my love for my sweet
good woman
daughter, thou art come to die
in halls of sleep you wandered by

 



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