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baby shower poem

old wine to drink
of sun nor stars
i have to say good-night
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
this ancient silver bowl of mine
a storm is riding on the tide
eighty years have passed, and more
in halls of sleep you wandered by
as evening falls
you are clear
stay no more


 



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