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baby shower poem

the mountains they are silent folk
long ago, in the young moonlight
love me at last, or if you will not
when i returned at sunset
often i think of the beautiful town
could we but know
i saw the first pear
all quiet along the potomac
she heard the children playing in the sun
gone before us

 



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