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grandma poem

up from the south at break of day
i am a woman
there were three in the meadow by the brook
my sorrow, when she's here with me
when i go back to earth
be not false
the sun is up
there was a strangeness on your lips
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
night was black and drear
all down the years

 



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