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birthday poem

the darkness
to clothe the fiery thought
the stars fell from heaven
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
glooms of the live-oaks
there was a strangeness on your lips
eighty years have passed, and more
and how could you dream of meeting
give me hunger
quietly, with reverance, in awe
i sometimes wonder if it's really true

 



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