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poem for dad

if the red slayer think he slays
this is the ship of pearl
there is a city, builded by no hand
i expect you
i have had one fear in my life
with the meek, brown eyes
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
i fill this cup
green afternoon serene and bright
three years ago today
uplifting, as the wind blew
night is dark, and the winter winds

 



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