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short friendship poem

my mother taught me that every night
the hypocritic days
tell me
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
melancholy, blue it was
roses and gold
death's nobility again
desolate and lone
often i think of the beautiful town
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
a pen of steel
shadows lay along broadway

 



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