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this ancient silver bowl of mine
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise
i do not pray for peace
it was a tall young oysterman
i am a woman
and breaketh bread no more
tell me less or tell me more
once this soft turf
were it not for that singular smell
in his guarded tent
when night drifts along the streets of the city

 



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