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friendship poem

he'd even have his joke
are you awake?
dark-eyed
shadows lay along broadway
high-born race
green afternoon serene and bright
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
before the solemn bronze saint
when the wind works against us in the dark
musing, between the sunset and the dark
my soul is a dark ploughed field

 



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