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poem for pastors

in their ragged regimentals
above them all, looking down
i said
by the rude bridge
high walls and huge
i am in love with high far-seeing places
i never knew the earth had so much gold
just now
one with you
the arches of the red bridge
there is an hour of peaceful rest
often i think of the beautiful town

 



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