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grandma poem

it was many and many a year ago
he came and took me by the hand
my son is dead and i am going blind
i am the wind that wavers
leave the lovely words unsaid
as it
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
i heard the wind all day
you are beautiful and faded

 



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