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father poem

beside a stricken field
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
from our hidden places
the ships are lying in the bay
leave the lovely words unsaid
a storm is riding on the tide
come down at dawn from windless hills
i know what you're going to say
there was never a sound beside the wood but one

 



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