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poem for dad

desolate and lone
two rows of cabbages
glooms of the live-oaks
i am fevered
i make my shroud, but no one knows
she might have known it in the earlier spring
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
a little peach in the orchard grew
do you hear the rain?
i bid them all farewell
see the tentative

 



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