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grandmother poem

be patient, life, when love is at the gate
i know what you're going to say
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
she must go back, she said
passing through huddled and ugly walls
i burn no incense
i have heard them in the night
along a river-side
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
and still they walked on

 



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