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retirement poem

and breaketh bread no more
the saddest of the year
i love the old melodious lays
gone before us
if i were very sure
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
quietly, with reverance, in awe
among the mountains i wandered
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
soft as the bed in the earth

 



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