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grandmother poem

the stars fell from heaven
i said
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
weak-winged is song
the long resounding marble corridors
i never knew the earth had so much gold
what shall we do now
he'd even have his joke
wheel me down by the meadow
skies they were ashen and sober

 



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