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thanksgiving poetry

all those treasures that lie
the hypocritic days
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
the meadow was creeping

 



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