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thanksgiving poem

those black eyes i once so praised
here falls no light
in your arms was still delight
a storm is riding on the tide
it was many and many a year ago
they ask me where i've been
with the meek, brown eyes
for then without
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
we who stood
into the silent land
master of human destinies am i

 



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