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retirement poem

green afternoon serene and bright
under the harvest moon
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
the dawn was apple-green
earth travails
i know not where
if i should die, think only this of me
looking beyond
which keeps
a thousand silent years ago
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
i am old and blind

 



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