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family poem

my mother taught me that every night
stay no more
a pen of steel
let us pity those who are better off than we are
a storm is riding on the tide
had he and i but met
there are three ways in which men take
why so sad my lovely one?
and still they walked on
gone before us
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
truely

 



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