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grandma poem

old wine to drink
it was a tall young oysterman
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
when, full of warm and eager love
before the solemn bronze saint
you are beautiful and faded
that year
the body may confine
sad are they who know not love
there was a time in former years
through the broad earth's aching breast
you are my companion

 



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