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grandma poem

i loathed you
there were three in the meadow by the brook
under the harvest moon
there is no flock, however watched and tended
come down at dawn from windless hills
lo! 'tis a gala night
i loved a woman
hang no wreath
with her hair flaying wildly
doubtless i remember still
when i go back to earth

 



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