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friendship poems

my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i do not pray for peace
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
storm
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
a few more windy days
do i like it
it was a tall young oysterman
she limps with halting painful pace
glooms of the live-oaks
who loves the rain

 



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