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pumpkin poem

night was black and drear
beautiful, tragical faces
no prey am i of poor thoughts
weak-winged is song
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
i think it just splendid
in may
beneath my window in a city street
a bird sang
desolate and lone
from floor to ceiling

 



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