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grandmother poem

these be
but alas, just dreams
i am fevered
the air is full of dawn and spring
stir
long has the summer sunlight shone
up from the meadows rich with corn
i stand in the cold gray weather
when freedom from her mountain height
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
when the hours of day are numbered

 



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