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poem for dad

hang no wreath
i cannot always feel his greatness
i stood by the open casement
a few more windy days
my sorrow, when she's here with me
from our hidden places
on and on
i saw with open eyes
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
there by the window in the old house
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
there was a strangeness on your lips
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale

 



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