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life poem

i am old and blind
the long resounding marble corridors
up from the meadows rich with corn
there is a city, builded by no hand
all quiet along the potomac
which i wish to remark
stern cold man
when i returned at sunset
i despise my friends more than you
moonlight deep and tender

 



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