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grandmother poem

glass-blower of time
never in all my life
there are gains for all our losses
desolate and lone
gaily through the fields we danced
i loved a woman
beautiful
i do not pray for peace
the air is full of dawn and spring
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
tell me not
happiness

 



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