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baby shower poem

she might have known it in the earlier spring
never in all my life
into the silent land
a mist was driving down
what do i owe to you
come down at dawn from windless hills
so lost
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
awful truths these be
i loathed you
i never knew the earth had so much gold

 



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