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grandmother poem

and breaketh bread no more
perhaps
a storm is riding on the tide
i love my life, but not too well
are you alive?
sweet splendor
pushing out, struggling vainly
i think it just splendid
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
shades of night were falling fast
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
i had over-prepared the event

 



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