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grandma poem

be in me as the eternal moods
i love my hour of wind and light
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
tell me
softly weeping
i cannot always feel his greatness
come down at dawn from windless hills
little park that i pass through
since, if you stood by my side today
i saw with open eyes
often i think of the beautiful town
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes

 



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