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grandma poem

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
in an old chamber softly lit
this is the song of youth
never in all my life
high walls and huge
out of the window a sea of green trees
mysterious night
there is no escape by the river
once this soft turf
it was a tall young oysterman
gloom

 



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