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poem for pastors

and so it goes
in may
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
through the broad earth's aching breast
we break the glass whose sacred wine
i know not where
what was it the engines said
one sweetly solemn thought
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
under the harvest moon
melancholy, blue it was

 



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