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baby shower poem

i shake my hair in the wind of morning
rising moon has hid the stars
and so it goes
i've won the race
i bid them all farewell
above them all, looking down
some one complained to the master
a pen of steel
the ships are lying in the bay
one by one, like leaves from a tree
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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