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wedding poem

he came and took me by the hand
along the banks
from floor to ceiling
the old west, the old time
what do i owe to you
i am fevered
the fragrance came
in all things not spoken of
my soul is a dark ploughed field
there's one that i once loved so much
gone are the three, those sisters rare
like eagles on up high

 



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