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grandma poem

i stood by the open casement
with the sunset
like eagles on up high
to clothe the fiery thought
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
but i cannot read you now
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
now for a brisk and cheerful fight

 



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