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best friend poem

old wine to drink
over the river, on the hill
days endeared to every muse
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
perhaps it is no matter that you died
but i cannot read you now
with lips blood red and heart of stone
i stood by the open casement
simplicity
up and down he goes
in new york harbor

 



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