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angel poem

this ancient silver bowl of mine
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
the air is like a butterfly
it was a tall young oysterman
desolate and lone
have you seen walking through the village
and breaketh bread no more
i expect you
they ask me where i've been
tripping up, falling down
let us express our baser passions
i stand in the cold gray weather

 



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