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grandmother poem

it was the autumn of the year
these be
now while my lips are living
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
there is an hour of peaceful rest
my true love from her pillow rose
pushing out, struggling vainly
the shadows of the ships
there is no flock, however watched and tended
to the passionate lover
all down the years
that year
three years ago today

 



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