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the meadow was creeping
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
all quiet along the potomac
often is it not so?
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
eighty years have passed, and more
the lightning flashed, and lifted

 



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