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i miss you poem

often is it not so?
day is done
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
a little peach in the orchard grew
all quiet along the potomac
softly now the light of day
thou unrelenting past
truely
quietly, with reverance, in awe
who loves the rain
i have heard them in the night

 



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