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pumpkin poem

i shake my hair in the wind of morning
burly, dozing humble-bee
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
for truth, for love
the air is full of dawn and spring
there's one that i once loved so much
little park that i pass through
she said
a mile behind
where shall i find you

 



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