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thanksgiving poem

tell me less or tell me more
which i wish to remark
i heard the wind all day
when you come tonight
i know what you're going to say
the old songs
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
i go my way complacently
were it not for that singular smell
city that is not a city
lo! 'tis a gala night
at dawn, he said

 



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