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grandma poem

melancholy, blue it was
which i wish to remark
the sun is up
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
with lips blood red and heart of stone
when freedom from her mountain height
on and on
sun stepped down from his golden throne
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
dark-eyed
when i was a boy at college

 



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