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mother poem

the snow whispers about me
city that is not a city
i love my hour of wind and light
blossoms of babies
this ancient silver bowl of mine
what was it the engines said
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
she knows a cheap release
i walk down the garden paths
and so it goes
afraid no more, i say

 



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