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halloween poetry

winged shadows sweeping by
there were three in the meadow by the brook
i am dying
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
for these white arms about my neck
i do not pray for peace
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
i fill this cup
in new york harbor
as it
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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