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poem for dad

why so sad my lovely one?
with her hair flaying wildly
this ancient silver bowl of mine
you are beautiful and faded
the light withdrawn
better than granite
to clothe the fiery thought
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
to some the fat gods
the saddest of the year

 



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