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fall poem

it was a tall young oysterman
in mournful numbers
the body may confine
often i think of the beautiful town
last midnight
i had over-prepared the event
so lost
i am the wind that wavers
thou unrelenting past
my mother taught me that every night
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
in the sphere

 



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