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good bye poem

sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
the meadow was creeping
under the harvest moon
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
grieve not for the invisible
world that changes under my hand
stir
wheel me down by the meadow
under a spreading chestnut tree
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
have you heard
i cannot always feel his greatness
look out upon the stars, my love

 



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