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grandmother poem

sadly speaking
over the river, on the hill
long ago, in the young moonlight
the air is full of dawn and spring
she limps with halting painful pace
beside a stricken field
are you alive?
who loves the rain
a mist was driving down
high walls and huge
therefore i may not
if it
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it

 



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