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grandma poem

burly, dozing humble-bee
perhaps
had he and i but met
a mist was driving down
this is the arsenal
sweet splendor
it was the autumn of the year
why are the things that have no death
looking beyond
there is an hour of peaceful rest
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
by the rude bridge

 



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