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grandmother poem

let me move slowly through the street
in mournful numbers
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
three years ago today
calm as that second summer
into the silent land
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i had a dream and i awoke with it
like eagles on up high
brief on a flying night
sleep sweetly in your humble graves

 



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