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christmas poetry

but alas, just dreams
we were not many
white foam flower, red flame flower
the poets tell
awful truths these be
doubtless i remember still
up from the meadows rich with corn
thoughts through my head
a little peach in the orchard grew
noises that strive to tear
why then, must we see?
in the dark and peace of my final bed

 



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