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poem for dad

my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
no prey am i of poor thoughts
he came and took me by the hand
take my bracelets
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
there is a city, builded by no hand
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
in may
what was it the engines said

 



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