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baby shower poem

why then, must we see?
when i was a boy at college
do not turn your head
up from the meadows rich with corn
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
when freedom from her mountain height
do not grieve that it is over
the darkness
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
the ancient songs
here lies a most beautiful lady
hang no wreath
never in all my life
to some the fat gods

 



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