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thanksgiving poem

now that i have cooled to you
i cannot always feel his greatness
are you alive?
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
you are my companion
perhaps it is no matter that you died
hang no wreath
if the red slayer think he slays
she heard the children playing in the sun
within my hand i hold
she limps with halting painful pace

 



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