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thanksgiving poem

we lay
i loathed you
she heard the children playing in the sun
daughter, thou art come to die
could we but know
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
some one complained to the master
glooms of the live-oaks
the mountains they are silent folk
out of the window a sea of green trees

 



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