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poem for dad

have you heard
i loathed you
with the sunset
as evening falls
awful truths these be
to some the fat gods
be not angry with me
a storm is riding on the tide
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i saw the first pear
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
where shall i find you
god

 



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