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life poem

up from the meadows rich with corn
just as my fingers on these keys
passing through huddled and ugly walls
when night drifts along the streets of the city
sing again the song you sung
burly, dozing humble-bee
if it
he's gone
little gate was reached at last
be not angry with me

 



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