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baby poem

passing through huddled and ugly walls
all quiet along the potomac
to come so soon to this imagined dark
afraid no more, i say
the swan existing
i am old and blind
her face is fair and smooth and fine
there is a city, builded by no hand
and my name is truthful
i heard the wind all day
when i was broke in london

 



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