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happy birthday poem

i shake my hair in the wind of morning
the ancient songs
little gate was reached at last
quietly, with reverance, in awe
in september
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
i walk down the garden paths

 



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