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grandma poem

all those treasures that lie
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
shades of night were falling fast
looking beyond
i burn no incense
in all things not spoken of
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
storm
truely
as i lie roofed in, screened in

 



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