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grandma poem

full of tears
when the hours of day are numbered
by the shore, by the sea
perhaps it is no matter that you died
perhaps
as i lie roofed in, screened in
wheel me down by the meadow
in the dark and peace of my final bed
over the river they beckon to me
i am singing to you
master of human destinies am i

 



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