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grandma poem

while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
if i were very sure
up and down he goes
one by one, like leaves from a tree
three years ago today
truely
have you seen walking through the village
i have heard them in the night
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i stood by the open casement
over the river they beckon to me
splendid and terrible your love

 



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