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mother poem

i am in love with high far-seeing places
eighty years have passed, and more
when i was a boy at college
in and of itself
in your arms was still delight
wheel me down by the meadow
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
but alas, just dreams
i saw him once before
the little white prayers

 



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