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baby poem

glooms of the live-oaks
a life on the ocean wave
the ships are lying in the bay
in all things not spoken of
not from the whole wide world
as evening falls
quietly, with reverance, in awe
when i go back to earth
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
up and down he goes
when a deed is done for freedom
city that is not a city

 



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