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fall poetry

the meadow was creeping
love has been sung a thousand ways
to be able to see every side of every question
my son is dead and i am going blind
with the meek, brown eyes
when i looked into your eyes
i heard the wind all day
your body's motion is like music
gone are the three, those sisters rare

 



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