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love friendship poem

world that changes under my hand
give me
better than granite
there were three in the meadow by the brook
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
daughters of time
they in the darkness gather and ask
with her hair flaying wildly
as it
why so sad my lovely one?
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
did you ever see an alligator

 



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