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grandmother poem

two rows of cabbages
all those treasures that lie
high walls and huge
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i despise my friends more than you
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
and still they walked on
leave the lovely words unsaid
when a deed is done for freedom
i cannot always feel his greatness
those black eyes i once so praised

 



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