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grandma poem

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
stern cold man
a very remarkable history this is
i gazed upon the glorious sky
come down at dawn from windless hills
with her hair flaying wildly
the long resounding marble corridors
the sun is up
made up of loveliness alone
all my love for my sweet
wheel me down by the meadow
passing through huddled and ugly walls
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon

 



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