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poem for pastors

there by the window in the old house
in their ragged regimentals
afraid no more, i say
once this soft turf
were it not for that singular smell
you say you love me
a very remarkable history this is
still thirteen years
to some the fat gods
is there anybody there
i have seen the proudest stars
day is done
for then without
i go my way complacently

 



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