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thanksgiving poem

when i was broke in london
which keeps
through the broad earth's aching breast
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
under a spreading chestnut tree
let us pity those who are better off than we are
with lips blood red and heart of stone

 



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