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happy birthday poem

woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
all those treasures that lie
the body may confine
very well, you liberals
have we no shame?
since i have felt the sense of death
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
a storm is riding on the tide
truely
from our hidden places
out of the window a sea of green trees
last midnight
simplicity

 



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