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retirement poem

bring me soft song
moonlight deep and tender
the shadows of the ships
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
were it not for that singular smell
wheel me down by the meadow
of sun nor stars
with the meek, brown eyes
through the broad earth's aching breast
i stood
sadly speaking

 



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