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grandma poem

she said
among the mountains i wandered
in mournful numbers
i stood by the open casement
quietly, with reverance, in awe
now that i have cooled to you
when the hours of day are numbered
give me hunger
my sorrow, when she's here with me
here lies a most beautiful lady
out of me unworthy and unknown
once this soft turf

 



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