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christmas poem

in mournful numbers
uplifting, as the wind blew
in september
over the river, on the hill
the earth keeps some vibration going
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
lady, your heart has turned to dust
could we but know
just as my fingers on these keys
out of the deep and the dark
last midnight

 



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