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poem for dad

he came and took me by the hand
when night drifts along the streets of the city
it was many and many a year ago
they ask me where i've been
a mist was driving down
night was black and drear
very well, you liberals
i cannot always feel his greatness
so lost
a thousand silent years ago
under the harvest moon
as i lie roofed in, screened in
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you

 



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