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grandma poem

a few more windy days
i am the wind that wavers
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i saw the clouds among the hills
there were three in the meadow by the brook
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
the arches of the red bridge
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes

 



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