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thanksgiving poetry

over the river, on the hill
gaily through the fields we danced
softly weeping
do not grieve that it is over
my son is dead and i am going blind
my sorrow, when she's here with me
for then without
storm
what shall we do now
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
the air is like a butterfly

 



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