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this ancient silver bowl of mine
in mournful numbers
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i am a woman
sweet splendor
there is no flock, however watched and tended
i think it just splendid
did you ever hear of
glooms of the live-oaks
i went up and down the streets
the little white prayers

 



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