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friendship poetry

there was a time in former years
they ask me where i've been
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
listen to the sounding sea
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
i make my shroud, but no one knows
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
calm as that second summer
long ago, in the young moonlight

 



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