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halloween poem

though i am little as all little things
arched the flood
the darkness
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
do the boys and girls still go
sadly speaking
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
since i have felt the sense of death
sweet with fern and rose
little park that i pass through
what was it the engines said
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
we lay

 



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