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pumpkin poem

the mountains they are silent folk
do you remember
to clothe the fiery thought
have you seen walking through the village
quietly, with reverance, in awe
my soul is a dark ploughed field
her face is fair and smooth and fine
the dawn was apple-green
by the rude bridge
the sun is up

 



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