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poem for dad

i have to say good-night
in mournful numbers
so fallen
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
see i give myself to you
this is the song of youth
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
where shall i find you
for then without

 



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