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happy birthday poem

by the shore, by the sea
if i were very sure
my soul is a dark ploughed field
there are gains for all our losses
my mother taught me that every night
i stood
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
burly, dozing humble-bee
awful truths these be
i said
stand here by my side
from floor to ceiling
i saw him once before
take my bracelets

 



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