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christmas poetry

do not grieve that it is over
simplicity
wheel me down by the meadow
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
the meadow was creeping
when you come tonight
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
i am fevered
rising moon has hid the stars

 



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