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wedding poem

my soul is a dark ploughed field
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
i see all human wits
high walls and huge
i am a woman
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i love my life, but not too well
i cannot always feel his greatness
my mother taught me that every night

 



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