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grandma poem

i never knew the earth had so much gold
my true love from her pillow rose
just now
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
among the mountains i wandered
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
friend, whose smile has come to be
passing through huddled and ugly walls
weak-winged is song
i am in love with high far-seeing places
braided and woven
from song and dream for ever gone
the earth keeps some vibration going

 



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