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thanksgiving poetry

they ask me where i've been
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
a flying word from here and there
babylon-where i go dreaming
i cannot always feel his greatness
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
listen to the sounding sea

 



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