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thanksgiving poem

all within and all without me
do the boys and girls still go
under the harvest moon
are you awake?
she burst fierce wine
there is a city, builded by no hand
we who stood
perhaps
sadly speaking
little park that i pass through
here falls no light
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale

 



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