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halloween poem for kid

sun and wind and beat of sea
the air is like a butterfly
some one complained to the master
tripping up, falling down
blossoms of babies
i make my shroud, but no one knows
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
do i like it
from our hidden places
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
of sun nor stars
and breaketh bread no more

 



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