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grandma poem

he'd even have his joke
above them all, looking down
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
i do not pray for peace
for truth, for love
days endeared to every muse
in your arms was still delight
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans

 



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