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grandma poem

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
friend, whose smile has come to be
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i never knew the earth had so much gold
day is done
one by one, like leaves from a tree
wheel me down by the meadow
in new york harbor
there is no flock, however watched and tended
beautiful

 



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