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father poem

i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
gone before us
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
three years ago today
i am singing to you
if it
city that is not a city
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
there is no flock, however watched and tended
but alas, just dreams
for truth, for love

 



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