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grandma poem

when, full of warm and eager love
from floor to ceiling
softly now the light of day
afraid no more, i say
my son is dead and i am going blind
let us express our baser passions
if the red slayer think he slays
tripping up, falling down
like eagles on up high
there is no escape by the river
have we no shame?

 



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