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love friendship poem

have we no shame?
wheel me down by the meadow
i've won the race
love me at last, or if you will not
stir
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i know not where
i have cast the world
he speaks not well
the arches of the red bridge
i have heard them in the night

 



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