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birthday poem

the meadow was creeping
i can not tell you now
all down the years
thoughts through my head
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
could we but know
in all things not spoken of
high walls and huge
musing, between the sunset and the dark
take my bracelets
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies

 



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